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“
Yes
,
and
from
the
enormous
risk
he
ran
we
can
see
how
fully
he
realized
its
importance
.
That
letter
excepted
,
there
was
absolutely
nothing
to
connect
him
with
the
crime
.
”
“
There
’
s
only
one
thing
I
can
’
t
make
out
,
why
didn
’
t
he
destroy
it
at
once
when
he
got
hold
of
it
?
”
“
Because
he
did
not
dare
take
the
biggest
risk
of
all
—
that
of
keeping
it
on
his
own
person
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
understand
.
”
“
Look
at
it
from
his
point
of
view
.
I
have
discovered
that
there
were
only
five
short
minutes
in
which
he
could
have
taken
it
—
the
five
minutes
immediately
before
our
own
arrival
on
the
scene
,
for
before
that
time
Annie
was
brushing
the
stairs
,
and
would
have
seen
anyone
who
passed
going
to
the
right
wing
.
Figure
to
yourself
the
scene
!
He
enters
the
room
,
unlocking
the
door
by
means
of
one
of
the
other
doorkeys
—
they
were
all
much
alike
.
He
hurries
to
the
despatch
-
case
—
it
is
locked
,
and
the
keys
are
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
That
is
a
terrible
blow
to
him
,
for
it
means
that
his
presence
in
the
room
cannot
be
concealed
as
he
had
hoped
.
But
he
sees
clearly
that
everything
must
be
risked
for
the
sake
of
that
damning
piece
of
evidence
.
Quickly
,
he
forces
the
lock
with
a
penknife
,
and
turns
over
the
papers
until
he
finds
what
he
is
looking
for
.
“
But
now
a
fresh
dilemma
arises
:
he
dare
not
keep
that
piece
of
paper
on
him
.
He
may
be
seen
leaving
the
room
—
he
may
be
searched
.
If
the
paper
is
found
on
him
,
it
is
certain
doom
.
Probably
,
at
this
minute
,
too
,
he
hears
the
sounds
below
of
Mr
.
Wells
and
John
leaving
the
boudoir
.
He
must
act
quickly
.
Where
can
he
hide
this
terrible
slip
of
paper
?
The
contents
of
the
waste
-
paper
-
basket
are
kept
and
in
any
case
,
are
sure
to
be
examined
.
There
are
no
means
of
destroying
it
;
and
he
dare
not
keep
it
.
He
looks
round
,
and
he
sees
—
what
do
you
think
,
mon
ami
?
”
I
shook
my
head
.
“
In
a
moment
,
he
has
torn
the
letter
into
long
thin
strips
,
and
rolling
them
up
into
spills
he
thrusts
them
hurriedly
in
amongst
the
other
spills
in
the
vase
on
the
mantle
-
piece
.
”
I
uttered
an
exclamation
.
