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THE HOUSE OF MYSTERIES
The sympathetic stranger almost laid down his pen, he was so interested by this unexpected reply.
"What!" he exclaimed. "Really a burglary in this house? I say, how awfully interesting! When did it happen?"
"Well, sir," said Mary in an impressive voice, "it's a most extraordinary thing, but it was actually the very self same night of Sir Reginald's murder!"
So surprised and interested was the visitor that he actually did lay down his pen this time.
"Was it the same man, do you think?" he asked in a voice that seemed to thrill with sympathetic excitement.
"Indeed I've sometimes wondered!" said she.
"Tell me how it happened!"
"Well, sir," said Mary, "it was on the very morning that we heard about Sir Reginald—only before we'd heard, and I was pulling up the blinds in the wee sitting room when I says to myself. 'There's been some one in at this window!"
"The wee sitting room," repeated her visitor. "Which is that?"
He seemed so genuinely interested that before
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