” She was silent, and in the gloom of the dimly lit apartment he could not see her face. Murder had become nothing to her. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house.
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