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Can
you
give
us
any
clue
as
to
the
writer
?
”
“
I
have
no
idea
whatsoever
.
”
M
.
Hautet
sighed
.
“
A
most
mysterious
case
.
Ah
,
well
,
I
suppose
we
can
now
rule
out
the
letter
altogether
.
What
do
you
think
,
M
.
Giraud
?
It
does
not
seem
to
lead
us
anywhere
.
”
“
It
certainly
does
not
,
”
agreed
the
detective
with
emphasis
.
“
And
yet
,
”
sighed
the
magistrate
,
“
it
promised
at
the
beginning
to
be
such
a
beautiful
and
simple
case
!
”
He
caught
Mrs
.
Renauld
’
s
eye
,
and
blushed
in
immediate
confusion
.
“
Ah
,
yes
,
”
he
coughed
,
turning
over
the
papers
on
the
table
.
“
Let
me
see
,
where
were
we
?
Oh
,
the
weapon
.
I
fear
this
may
give
you
pain
,
M
.
Renauld
.
I
understand
it
was
a
present
from
you
to
your
mother
.
Very
sad
—
very
distressing
—
”
Jack
Renauld
leaned
forward
.
His
face
,
which
had
flushed
during
the
perusal
of
the
letter
,
was
now
deadly
white
.
“
Do
you
mean
—
that
it
was
with
an
aeroplane
wire
paper
cutter
that
my
father
was
—
was
killed
?
But
it
’
s
impossible
!
A
little
thing
like
that
!
”
“
Alas
,
M
.
Renauld
,
it
is
only
too
true
!
An
ideal
little
tool
,
I
fear
.
Sharp
and
easy
to
handle
.
”
“
Where
is
it
?
Can
I
see
it
?
Is
it
still
in
the
—
the
body
?
”
