He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. “I do mean that,” she declared. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. ” “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. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave.
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