THE BILLHOOK
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anything that seems suspicious, don't lose a minute in communicating with me!"
He went off then, wondering what to turn to next. If only he could get a clue to the ownership of the billhook, or the merest notion as to the history of the diamond that he had picked up from the floor of Miss Tandy's parlour. . . .
"Pretty fog-laden atmosphere!" he grumbled. "Thick!"
He was feeling it just as thick and fog-laden when, at noon of the following day, Stainsby came hurrying to the police-station, evidently bursting with news.
