’ ‘A very low stratagem, Hilary,’ Gerald said, turning on his captain with mock severity. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. A shout was heard at a little distance, and, the next moment, a person rushed with breathless haste to the stair-head. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. ’ Gerald could not suppress a grin. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. The Ragged Edge. ” “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. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it.
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