- x trace Mr. Delahay's movemen ts from the time he left the Grand Hotel till he reached Fitzjohn Square. Not one of his friends appears to have seen him on the night in qu estion."
- x "That is rather unfortunate, " the coroner murmured. "I am sorry to have troubled you so far. You may sit down now." With something which might have been a sigh of relief M rs. Delaha
- x y resumed her seat close to the ta ble. Then Inspector Dallas put forward a witness who gave the name of John Stevens. He looked like a broken-down professional man in his greasy, shabby fr
- x ock-coat a nd dingy linen . His watery eye glanced nervously over the court. The red tinge on his cheeks spoke quite plainly of the cause of his downfall. He proceeded to give his
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he inhabitants by sight, and also I have got to know a good deal about their habits." "You are a professional spy, then?" the coroner askede seen him