The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 145: what you’re looking at

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136 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. begins to sob; somehow the sound arouses my ire, and.I turn upon her fiercely. “Cease that mockery. Remember, I know all your past and understand that this man is but another of vour victims,” I exclaim. She removes her hands from her face and looks at mein wonder. Probably she is not accustomed to being spoken to in such a harsh way; but I for- get her beauty in remembering her accursed work. The alligator tears hang upon her long lashes, and she makes a dused pretty picture. Neither of the young men would have stood out against it; but I am a hardened old bachelor, and I steel my heart. “What if Robert is dead—then my daughter is his widow. She will succeed to his estate, for his will leaves it to her, and it is so worded that even if the marriage were declared null and void, the will must hold.” Andrews says this dscredio. as though he has reached his last line of defense, where he must stand at bay. “You know what caused his death?” “Certainly—arsenic in liquid form—so the doctor said.” “Where did he get it?” “Bought it in New York, himself.” “How do you know this?” ! “That is none of your business. Ido know it, and can prove it.” “The prescription he banded to the druggist was given to him by yonder lady. In the car she also handed him the small vial found empty upon his person, but which at the time was filled with the poison, telling him it was a sleeping potion.” At these words the girl sinks into a chair—she comicbooks.«