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SEVEN KEYS TO BALDPATE
fire was but red glowing ashes. He threw off his dressing-gown, and began to unlace his shoes.
"There has been too much crude melodrama in my novels," he reflected. "It s so easy to write. But I'm going to get away from all that up here. I'm going—"
Mr. Magee paused, with one shoe poised in his hand. For from below came the sharp crack of a pistol, followed by the crash of breaking glass.
