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But, let's see the prisoner. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. I gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. We remember it. ” “The inference is, then,” the detective said smoothly, “that this man obtained admission to your rooms by means of a false key, that he burnt some papers here and shot himself within a few moments of your return. ” “Don’t tempt me,” she said, laughing, and drawing her opera-cloak together. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. I am.
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