The Strange Case of Cavendish by Randall Parrish
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the dead face, the other meanwhile edging into the room.
"Dead, sir, really _dead_?" the late comer asked. Cavendish nodded: "For several hours," he answered in an unnatural voice. "He must have been struck from behind. Robbery evidently was the object--cold-blooded robbery." "The window is open, sir, and last night at twenty minutes after twelve I locked it. Mr. Cavendish came in at twelve and locking the window was the last thing I did before he told me I could go." "He left no word for a morning call?" Valois shook his head: "I always bring his breakfast at eight," he explained. "Did he say anything about suddenly leaving the city for a trip West? I heard such a rumour." "No, sir. He was still up when I left and had taken some papers from his pocket. When last I saw him he was looking at them. He seemed irritated." There was a moment's silence, during which the flush returned to Cavendish's cheeks, but his hands still trembled. "You heard nothing during the night?" he demanded. "Nothing, sir. I swear I knew nothing until I opened the door and saw |
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