“What have you done?”
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“It is your own fault, Lucia. He wanted
to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily
as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. For although I must
confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such
thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a
sinking heart. E below. ”
“You do not flatter me,” she laughed. She
knew that the next time he caught her she would not be able to free herself. "That's tremendous!" he cried. Asking her way once or twice, she passed
along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. This lady was singularly
lucky in her matrimonial connections. ”
“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.
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