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... I was taking it into the private house, and I saw the police, and they frightened me, and the stairs were nearer than the kitchen, so I took it up. Why were you frightened? You were perfectly innocent?—Because my sister had told me they had accused Ted ...

... excellent material. We may imagine what could be done by an inspired writer. with the pieture given ur by the police of the kitchen in that lodging-house at the foot of the wooded cliffs, below the road which winds through the gorge, one Sunday morning in ...