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Wether up frouilty! You have seen her You think her

guilty--like this detestable newspaper, like the police"

"Like the police?" asked Ricardo sharply

"Yes," said Harry Wether

I ran down to the villa The police are in possession They would

not let arden But I talked with one of them They,

too, think that she let in the murderers"

Ricardo took a turn across the room Then he came to a stop in

front of Wetherirl half an hour

before I saw you She rushed out into the garden She flung

herself on to a bench She could not sit still She was

hysterical You knohat thatThat's

point nuer

"She ran back into the roos

of your bank She consented eagerly And you lost That's point

nu away, you asked her

whether she would be in the rooht when the murder was committed Her face clouded over

She hesitated She becah she shrank from the contemplation of what it