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"Well, I've always had a secret hankering to be a detective!"

"The real thing--Scotland Yard? Or Sherlock Holmes?"

"Oh, Sherlock Holmes by all means But really, seriously, I aium once, a very famous detective, and he quite inflamed me He was a ood detective as a h of course I have progressed rather further He was a funny little ood detective story myself," reh Criminal discovered in last chapter Every one dumbfounded Real crireat nuued

"Don't ht in it The family You couldn't really hoodwink them They'd know"

"Then," I said, much amused, "you think that if you were mixed up in a criht off?"

"Of course I should Mightn't be able to prove it to a pack of lawyers But I'ertips if he caht But murder's a violent crime Associate it " Mrs Cavendish's clear voice startled eneral ignorance of thethe medical profession, there were probably countless cases of poisoning quite unsuspected"

"Why, Mary, what a gruesolethorp "It rave Oh, there's Cynthia!"

A young girl in V A D uniforhtly across the lawn

"Why, Cynthia, you are late to-day This is Mr Hastings-- Miss Murdoch"

Cynthia Murdoch was a fresh-looking young creature, full of life and vigour She tossed off her little V A D cap, and I adreat loose waves of her auburn hair, and the smallness and whiteness of the hand she held out to claim her tea With dark eyes and eyelashes she would have been a beauty