You are a detective?" "Yes. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. " "How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. ‘Hilary was right. The rogue took everything we had. They would arrive sometime in June. " Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good supper;—to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry. He made a quick movement towards her, but she did not flinch. Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. “The fellow is not such a blackguard, after all. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it.
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