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Words are futile things hich to atteirl at the Carlton as she read this, the last letter

of seven written to her through the es of the dictionary casually, one er, unbelief, wonder Perhaps, to go

back to the letter a, even amusement We may leave her with the solution

to the puzzle in her hand, the Saronia a little more than a day away,

and a weirdlyin her soul

And leaving her thus, let us go back to Adelphi Terrace and a young ly worried

Once he knew that his letter was delivered, Mr Geoffrey West took his

place h the long

hours of Wednesdaythis painful picture, let us

hasten to add that at three o'clock that saram

that was to end suspense He tore it open and read: STRAWBERRY MAN: I shall never, never forgive, you But we are sailing

to home soon? MARIAN A

LARNED

Thus it happened that, a few minutes later, to the crowd of troubled

A office there was added a