The hurricane had now reached its climax. Monsieur Charvill, he has not the means to choose different. I always told you some accident would happen. No trouble will ever come to your sister through me. They struck her as cold and indifferent. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. "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. ” “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.
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