Caught in the Snare — page 167: what you’re looking at

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154 Next Morning. suddenly, as a portion of a blue scarf caught his eye, lying under a charred and broken stick. He picked it up. Both recognized it as one [Edith had worn that fatal night. It was of rich blue silk, embroidered with silver fringe, and now more than half burned. It was spotted with blood, and near the end was a hole, exactly such as would be made by the dagger. “It is but another proof of his guilt,” said the major, in a low, thick voice. “Edith! Edith! But there is no time for mourning! When Jus- tice is satisfied there will be time enough for tears.” His eyes were burning and tearless, his face was deadly pale, but there was a look of fierce determination in his face. As they reéntered the village, they were met by the bustling little landlord of the inn. “Ah, good morning, Major Percival! Good morning, Mr. Nugent! Fine day this; been up to the fire, I s’pose; queer thing that, queer thing. S’pose you haven’t seen anything of a tall fellow , in a black cloak and hat over his face, hey?” } “What of him?” said Nugent with breathless interest. “Oh, nothing, nothing, only he came here late last night, and ordered a room; then went cut and didn’t come in till after midnight. Two c. three minutes after he was off to the fire, and ~ tn wt © . . ) in ~_ €omicbooks.com