The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 118: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. 109 elephants together in Southern Africa. And that wretched girl has murdered him.” “Softly, my lord. She thinks he is dead, but thanks to good fortune, Robert Hammond is ina fair way to hunt in your company at some future time.” They are all deeply enterasted. In all the course of human events such tragic stories are not run across every day. “TI beg pardon,” says my lord, “but why does this girl desire Bob’s death—what has he been guilty of, pray?” | “The terrible crime of madly worshiping that — Delilah. She is after his money.” “Of course.” “To get it she married him in New York, unbe- known to her father.” At this the three smile broadly. “ Just before leaving on this trip he made his will, leaving all to her.” | “Why, he must be a fool!” “Hold on, Bartley, remember I’m in as bad a box. That girl can make a fool out of the wisest of men. Poor Bob!” exclaims Trevellion. Then I proceed with the narrative, telling how Robert bought the poison, and all that happened in the sleeping-car. My auditors are spell- bound when I relate my interview with Robert, and the incident of. the Maltese cat. I give it in as dramatic a manner as the circumstances allow, for it is my design to interest them all I can in the case, in order to gain my lord’s co-operation. Finally I have told all. One after another the gentlemen shake my hand. “You are not a Yankee, Mr, Craig?” says one, cComichboo CS. rato} 4 ~ ; ~J 3. J nna IS ; - i cre. be SES Sey gt SS sad ~ 7 7 _ a wt : » afe won Ke BA ats = ae ee ee ee ee Oe 8 ee NP ae BO a ep