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“Yes—go on.”
“I—I screamed and ran from the room.”
“Ah, yes!” said Barnes. “Did you by any chance see a weapon of any sort—a knife—near Mr. Drew’s body?”
“I scarcely looked,” answered Mary Will, her lovely eyes full on the detective’s face. “I was so frightened, you understand—”
“Of course, of course. No matter,” Barnes said. “You screamed and ran from the room.”
“Yes. In the doorway I met Mrs. MacShane. Mrs. Drew was coming down the stairs. She followed Mrs. MacShane into the dining-room. In a moment she, too, screamed—and I believe she fainted in Mrs. MacShane’s arms.”
“It was almost a faint,” said the old woman.
“Miss Tellfair, please,” Barnes insisted.
“I knew where Mrs. Drew kept a bottle of smelling-salts,” Mary Will continued.
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