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It was a gorgeous May
evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of
hyacinth and lilac. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his
elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. . And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh
obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence
within his breast. "I'm a detective; my ears and eyes have been trained to absorb
all I see and all I hear. “I remember when you
walked me home. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could
respect. Ousted from his old retreat, the Cross Shovels,
Baptist Kettleby opened another tavern, conducted upon the same plan as the
former, which he denominated the Seven Cities of Refuge. I haven't touched the other.
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