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The Postmaster's Daughter by Louis Tracy
page 260 of 292 (89%)

"The man's visit was unexpected, and his mission even more so. I just
blurted out the facts."

"Well, you've rendered the services of a solicitor absolutely
indispensable now."

Grant, by no means so clear-headed these days as was his wont, followed
the scent of Winter's red herring like the youngest hound in a pack; but
Wally Hart and Peters, lookers-on in this chase, harked back to the
right line.

"May I--" they both broke in simultaneously.

"Place to the fourth estate," bowed Hart solemnly.

"Thanks," said the journalist. "May I put a question, Winter?"

"A score, if you like."

"Totting up the average of the murder cases in which Furneaux and you
have been engaged, in how many days do you count on spotting your man?"

"Sometimes we never get him."

"Oh, come a bit closer than that."

"Generally, given a clear run, with an established motive, we know who he
is within eight days."

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