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The Treasure-Train by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve
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It was quite in keeping with what we knew of "Diamond Jack."
Perhaps it was this seeming fickleness which had saved him from
many entangling alliances. Miss Grey said it in such a way that it
seemed like an apology for a fault in his character which she
would rather have hidden. I could not but fancy that it mitigated
somewhat the wistful envy I had noticed before when she spoke of
Madeline Hargrave.

While he had been questioning her Kennedy had been examining the
wall safe, particularly with reference to its accessibility from
the rest of the apartment. There appeared to be no reason why one
could not have got at it from the hallway as well as from
Mansfield's room.

The safe itself seemed to yield no clue, and Kennedy was about to
turn away when he happened to glance down at the dark interior of
the closet floor. He stooped down. When he rose he had something
in his hand. It was just a little thin piece of something that
glittered iridescently.

"A spangle from a sequin dress," he muttered to himself; then,
turning to Miss Grey, "Did any one wear such a dress last night?"

Helen Grey looked positively frightened. "Miss Hargrave!" she
murmured, simply. "Oh, it cannot be--there must be some mistake!"

Just then we heard voices in the hall.

"But, Murray, I don't see why I can't see him," said one.
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