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"
I
have
a
way
of
finding
out
.
"
"
You
're
morbid
,
George
,
"
said
his
friend
.
"
This
has
been
a
strain
to
you
and
you
do
n't
know
what
you
're
saying
.
You
'd
better
try
and
sit
quiet
till
morning
.
"
"
He
murdered
her
.
"
"
It
was
an
accident
,
George
.
"
Wilson
shook
his
head
.
His
eyes
narrowed
and
his
mouth
widened
slightly
with
the
ghost
of
a
superior
"
Hm
!
"
"
I
know
,
"
he
said
definitely
,
"
I
'm
one
of
these
trusting
fellas
and
I
do
n't
think
any
harm
to
nobody
,
but
when
I
get
to
know
a
thing
I
know
it
.
It
was
the
man
in
that
car
.
She
ran
out
to
speak
to
him
and
he
would
n't
stop
.
"
Michaelis
had
seen
this
too
,
but
it
had
n't
occurred
to
him
that
there
was
any
special
significance
in
it
.
He
believed
that
Mrs.
Wilson
had
been
running
away
from
her
husband
,
rather
than
trying
to
stop
any
particular
car
.
"
How
could
she
of
been
like
that
?
"
"
She
's
a
deep
one
,
"
said
Wilson
,
as
if
that
answered
the
question
.
"
Ah-h-h
--
--
"
He
began
to
rock
again
,
and
Michaelis
stood
twisting
the
leash
in
his
hand
.
