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It was a letter. He was not, in truth, much of a
ladies’ man. “Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. I'll be outside the hotel at nine-thirty. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye!
The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as
the race itself. The big pay strikes them; but when
they find there's no place to spend it, good-bye!"
Tom the cook came in with the chops and the potatoes—the doctor's dinner—
and McClintock fell to with a gusto which suggested that there was still some
liver under his ribs. But—Miss Pellissier!”
“Well?”
“Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn’t you rather be
alone? Just say the word, and we’ll clear out like a shot. He knew what he knew. It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then
believe he would ever write again. But not so much a pig as that man. Kneebone in a conciliatory tone.
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