Taking up a link, which was blazing beside him, he walked across the room; and touching a spring in the wall, a secret door flew open. . “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each moment would prove his last. I owe his mother one, and will repay the debt, with interest, to her son. . . ” “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. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. I'll be with you in a jiffy.
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