The Crimson Blind by Fred M. (Frederick Merrick) White
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behind me. Naturally, the door was on the latch. When I came back an hour
or so later, to my horror and surprise I found those marks of a struggle yonder and that poor fellow lying on the floor of the conservatory." "'Um. Was the door fast on your return?" "No, it was pulled to, but it was open all the same." "You didn't happen to lose your latch-key during your midnight stroll, sir?" "No, it was only when I put my key in the door that I discovered it to be open. I have a spare latch-key which I keep for emergencies, but when I went to look for it just now the key was not to be found. When I came back the house was perfectly quiet." "What family have you, sir? And what kind of servants?" "There is only myself and my mother, with three maids. You may dismiss any suspicion of the servants from your mind at once. My mother trained them all in the old vicarage where I was born, and not one of the trio has been with us less than twelve years." "That simplifies matters somewhat," Marley said, thoughtfully. "Apparently your latch-key was stolen by somebody who has made careful study of your habits. Do you generally go for late walks after your household has gone to bed, sir?" David replied somewhat grudgingly that he had never done such a thing before. He would like to have concealed the fact, but it was bound to |
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