”
“Perhaps not,” she answered. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart
fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links
in their hands. An acute sense of living was in
her veins, even the taste of her wine seemed magical. What the editor had to say none of the three cared just then. And I do not know you. And how could I come home—when he
locks me in rooms and all that?”
“I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. . “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately
before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in
the room, say two minutes, before you arrived.
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