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Michaelis
opened
the
drawer
nearest
his
hand
.
There
was
nothing
in
it
but
a
small
,
expensive
dog-leash
,
made
of
leather
and
braided
silver
.
It
was
apparently
new
.
"
This
?
"
he
inquired
,
holding
it
up
.
Wilson
stared
and
nodded
.
"
I
found
it
yesterday
afternoon
.
She
tried
to
tell
me
about
it
,
but
I
knew
it
was
something
funny
.
"
"
You
mean
your
wife
bought
it
?
"
"
She
had
it
wrapped
in
tissue
paper
on
her
bureau
.
"
Michaelis
did
n't
see
anything
odd
in
that
,
and
he
gave
Wilson
a
dozen
reasons
why
his
wife
might
have
bought
the
dog-leash
.
But
conceivably
Wilson
had
heard
some
of
these
same
explanations
before
,
from
Myrtle
,
because
he
began
saying
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
again
in
a
whisper
--
his
comforter
left
several
explanations
in
the
air
.
"
Then
he
killed
her
,
"
said
Wilson
.
His
mouth
dropped
open
suddenly
.
"
Who
did
?
"
