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THE MORTOVER GRANGE AFFAIR
Then Stainsby heard Wraypoole's voice—angry, indignant.
"You're making a damned mistake, then! I suppose it's that Handel Street affair, but———"
Another voice broke in on his own, and that, to the surprise of Stainsby who had no idea that he was at hand, was Wedgwood's—sharp, decisive.
"We're not dealing with murder—at present, Wraypoole!" he said. "I want you for forgery!"
