“I should make sure that he doesn’t try to drive himself home. Natives are queer. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. “Well?” she said. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. Because of the woman’s pregnant status, a panic had spread in the county that a serial murderer was afoot, but she had made sure to copy the crimes of a famous serial killer that she had read about in the paper to cover herself and mislay blame.
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