\" She handed the ticket seller, a
boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder
money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son,
five dollars. ‘Point
it at me. ”
“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. One’s got to be a better man than one’s
father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or
nothing. "
"I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the
ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my
hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. You don’t deserve it, but he does. Unbelievable the pranks that she
pulled—-you should have told me! I told her to leave you
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the hell alone or she would be dealing with me next, I
dropped a hint about telling her parents about her in
detail. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent
the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and
being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. The other was to go into business—into a
photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. ”
“You seem to have said just what had to be said. For hours
after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius
through the mud.
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