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"It is evil?"
"Misfortune, certainly. The man reported the death of your husband."
"His death! You are sure?"
I could hear her quick breathing, as she leaned forward, all attention
riveted on me.
"Yes."
"You saw the report?"
"I have it with me; as soon as it becomes daylight you can read it
yourself."
"Yes, but tell me now what he said; how it happened."
"The report was specific, and would seem to be true. He says that
Philip Henley, while intoxicated, was struck and killed by an
automobile. The date given was after you left him. His body was found
by the police but his pockets had been rifled, and there were no marks
of identification on his clothes. He was buried unknown, but the
informant claimed to have visited the morgue, viewed the body, and
states positively the dead man was Philip."
"And--and you think--tell me what you believe, Gordon Craig."
"There is but one conclusion to my mind. I have no doubt as to the
entire truth of the story. The silence and disappearance of your
husband is evidence that he is either dead, or, in some other way,
helpless. The former explanation is the most probable, and, coupled
with this fellow's statement, seems unquestionable. There would be no
apparent reason why he should lie.
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