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Giraud
shook
his
head
.
“
Hardly
.
I
don
’
t
lay
down
the
law
on
medical
evidence
,
but
the
man
’
s
been
dead
well
over
twelve
hours
.
When
do
you
say
you
last
saw
that
dagger
?
”
“
About
ten
o
’
clock
yesterday
morning
.
”
“
Then
I
should
be
inclined
to
fix
the
crime
as
being
done
not
long
after
that
.
”
“
But
people
were
passing
and
repassing
this
shed
continually
.
”
Giraud
laughed
disagreeably
.
“
You
progress
to
a
marvel
!
Who
told
you
he
was
killed
in
this
shed
?
”
“
Well
—
”
I
felt
flustered
.
“
I
—
I
assumed
it
.
”
“
Oh
,
what
a
fine
detective
!
Look
at
him
,
mon
petit
—
does
a
man
stabbed
to
the
heart
fall
like
that
—
neatly
with
his
feet
together
,
and
his
arms
to
his
side
?
No
.
Again
does
a
man
lie
down
on
his
back
and
permit
himself
to
be
stabbed
without
raising
a
hand
to
defend
himself
?
It
is
absurd
,
is
it
not
?
But
see
here
—
and
here
—
”
He
flashed
the
torch
along
the
ground
.
I
saw
curious
irregular
marks
in
the
soft
dirt
.
“
He
was
dragged
here
after
he
was
dead
.
Half
dragged
,
half
carried
by
two
people
.
Their
tracks
do
not
show
on
the
hard
ground
outside
,
and
here
they
have
been
careful
to
obliterate
them
—
but
one
of
the
two
was
a
woman
,
my
young
friend
.
”
