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VIII

Mary Will put her hand on my arm. “What now?” she asked wide-eyed.

“I wonder———”

“I’m so worried. That horrid detective still suspects you.”

“Nonsense! He can’t entangle an innocent man.”

“Yes, he can,” said Mary Will seriously. “And he will, too, unless he finds the guilty one at once.”

“Then let’s hope he does. But—who is the guilty man? My choice is Doctor Parker.”

Mary Will’s forehead wrinkled in deep thought.

“No,” she said. “I don’t believe it was Parker.”