The Face of Rosenfeld — page 67: what you’re looking at

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a*) yWA,, ~ 60 THH FACH OF ROSENFEL, ‘‘Tt was and is and will remain so until I get the leisure to bring a locksmith here to fixit. I twisted the key off in the lock the other day and nothing will dis- lodge the stump.” Nevertheless, Maxey tried the door. It was securely fast. This being the only means of getting into the outer hall, except by the door which led from the little vesti- bule belonging to the suit--a passageway extending the width of Miss Maxey’s sleeping chamber and connecting the large rear room with the back parlor, Maxey natu- rally saw no objection to his theory so far. Out of this private hall were three doors beside the outer door—one opening at one end into the sitting room; another at the other extremity, into the rear parlor, and the third at the back into Miss Maxey’s chamber. It would have been easy for the intruder, with this ample provision for his purpose, to have escaped observation until a suitable opportunity presented for his safe escape from the suit. Maxey began his search of the premises by looking under asofa and behind a bookcase. From this thorough beginning he went on in a most careful and methodical manner, peeping into closets, opening drawers, to ascer- tain whether their contents had been disturbed, and leaving no spot unvisited, the position of no carelessly thrown aside article unexplained. ‘The search was fruit- less. Not an atom of evidence to substantiate the theory advanced by Maxey could be discovered. Both men were disappointed and thoughtful when the tour of investigation was finished. Lhey stood at last before the grate in the room with the nurse and the two sufferers, warming their hands. Once in a while Maxey’s troubled gaze sought Doctor Rae tiene Winn iys ax le oa . ‘* - " 7 uy? ‘yt