Sheppard. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. So was I, in fact. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station. “Good God!” he exclaimed. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness. There was some one there. ” “I heard she was wanted for a murder. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. ” She replied. ” He ran around his car and opened the door for her as she desperately tried to view out of the corner of her eye the man sitting silently in the squad car. Things happen out this way. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason.
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