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A Glimpse at a Skeleton
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thought pleased him, elated him. He would lead the pack far away from her—the papers, the suspicious public. She should emerge unsmirched, even in the least degree. He folded the sheets and docketed them:
THE MARATHON MYSTERY,
a tragedy in five acts.
Then he placed them carefully in a file case. They were to confront him, before long, as an evidence of his own insufficiency—so far from having witnessed three acts of the tragedy, it was merely the prologue which had been enacted before him.
