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At the moment the only defense I can think of is simply this--the

captain knows I killed him!

Even as I write this, I hear his footsteps abovefor

dinner We are to dine together at Romano's

And there, my lady, you have finally the answer to the mystery that

has--I hope--puzzled you I killed my friend the captain in my second

letter to you, and all the odd developination as I sat here beside the green-shaded la how I should write seven letters to you that would, as the

novel advertiseuilty--there is no denying that And, though I do not wish to ape old

Adaard for

the truth forces uilt upon your head

How so? Go back to that rapefruit lady's great fondness for mystery and romance--"

You did not know it, of course; but in those words you passedplots is the business of

life--more, the breath of life--to me I have made many; and perhaps you