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asked."In Room B, away from the crowd. She is not alone. A young lady detained with the rest of the people here is keeping her company, to say nothing of an officer we have put on guard." "And the victim?" "Lies where she fell, in Section II on the upper floor. There was no call to move her. She was dead when we came upon the scene. She does not look to be more than sixteen years old." "Let's go up. But wait--can we see that section from here?" They were

remain unsettled for an instant. Though she had passed out before my eyes in a drooping, almost agonised condition, not she, dear as she was, and great as were my fears in her regard, was to be sought out first, but the man! The man who was back of all this, possibly back of my disappointment; the man whose work I may have witnessed, but at whose identity I could not even guess.Leaving the window, I groped my way along the wall until I reached the rack where the man's coat and hat hung. Whether

himself; for the Coroner, if you know what that means.""But what if she's alive! Those things will crush her. Let us take them off. I'll help. I'm not too weak to help." "Do you know who this person is?" I asked, for her voice had more feeling in it than I thought natural to the occasion, dreadful as it was. "I?" she repeated, her weak eyelids quivering for a moment as she tried to sustain my scrutiny. "How should I know? I came in with the policeman and

es. You have matches and a revolver?"He nodded, quietly showing me first the one, then the other; then with a sheepish air which he endeavored to carry of with a laugh, he cried: "Have you use for 'em? If so, I'm quite willing, to part with 'em for a half-hour." I was more than amazed at this evidence of weakness in one I had always considered as tough and impenetrable as flint rock. Thrusting back the hand with which he had half drawn into view the weapon I had mentioned, I put

strate woman and look in her face. "This woman is not dead.""What!" they both cried, bounding forward. "See, she breathes," continued the former, pointing to her slowly laboring chest. "The villain, whoever he was, did not do his work well; she may be able to tell us something yet." "I do not think so," murmured Mr. Orcutt. "Such a blow as that must have destroyed her faculties, if not her life. It was of cruel force." "However

u see. He has swallowed a glass of port, but that is all. The other glasses have had no wine in them, nor have the victuals been touched.""Seats set for three and only one occupied," murmured Mr. Sutherland. "Strange! Could he have expected guests?" "It looks like it. I didn't know that his wife allowed him such privileges; but she was always too good to him, and I fear has paid for it with her life." "Nonsense! he never killed her. Had his love been

asked."In Room B, away from the crowd. She is not alone. A young lady detained with the rest of the people here is keeping her company, to say nothing of an officer we have put on guard." "And the victim?" "Lies where she fell, in Section II on the upper floor. There was no call to move her. She was dead when we came upon the scene. She does not look to be more than sixteen years old." "Let's go up. But wait--can we see that section from here?" They were

remain unsettled for an instant. Though she had passed out before my eyes in a drooping, almost agonised condition, not she, dear as she was, and great as were my fears in her regard, was to be sought out first, but the man! The man who was back of all this, possibly back of my disappointment; the man whose work I may have witnessed, but at whose identity I could not even guess.Leaving the window, I groped my way along the wall until I reached the rack where the man's coat and hat hung. Whether

himself; for the Coroner, if you know what that means.""But what if she's alive! Those things will crush her. Let us take them off. I'll help. I'm not too weak to help." "Do you know who this person is?" I asked, for her voice had more feeling in it than I thought natural to the occasion, dreadful as it was. "I?" she repeated, her weak eyelids quivering for a moment as she tried to sustain my scrutiny. "How should I know? I came in with the policeman and

es. You have matches and a revolver?"He nodded, quietly showing me first the one, then the other; then with a sheepish air which he endeavored to carry of with a laugh, he cried: "Have you use for 'em? If so, I'm quite willing, to part with 'em for a half-hour." I was more than amazed at this evidence of weakness in one I had always considered as tough and impenetrable as flint rock. Thrusting back the hand with which he had half drawn into view the weapon I had mentioned, I put

strate woman and look in her face. "This woman is not dead.""What!" they both cried, bounding forward. "See, she breathes," continued the former, pointing to her slowly laboring chest. "The villain, whoever he was, did not do his work well; she may be able to tell us something yet." "I do not think so," murmured Mr. Orcutt. "Such a blow as that must have destroyed her faculties, if not her life. It was of cruel force." "However

u see. He has swallowed a glass of port, but that is all. The other glasses have had no wine in them, nor have the victuals been touched.""Seats set for three and only one occupied," murmured Mr. Sutherland. "Strange! Could he have expected guests?" "It looks like it. I didn't know that his wife allowed him such privileges; but she was always too good to him, and I fear has paid for it with her life." "Nonsense! he never killed her. Had his love been