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"Well, major," said Mrs. Dallas, after the first greetings were over, "what did that wicked man say to you yesterday?" "Prove!" retorted Jen sharply, "simply that it was dropped there by that black fiend after she had killed Maurice." Suddenly he woke with a start. Somebody was rapping gently on the shutters of the middle window. Glancing at the clock, Jen saw that it was three in the morning, and wondering who could be outside at so untimely an hour, he rose to open the window. With care, begotten by old experience, he picked up his revolver and held it ready while unbolting the window shutters. When they were thrown open he saw a white figure with outstretched hands standing before the window..
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