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At
once
it
occurred
to
Mason
--
how
odd
that
the
presence
of
this
toilet
set
in
this
bag
,
together
with
the
card
,
should
not
have
been
known
to
the
slayer
.
But
if
it
were
,
and
he
had
not
removed
the
card
,
could
it
be
possible
that
this
same
Clyde
was
the
slayer
?
Would
a
man
contemplating
murder
fail
to
see
a
card
such
as
this
,
with
his
own
handwriting
on
it
?
What
sort
of
a
plotter
and
killer
would
that
be
?
Immediately
afterward
he
thought
:
Supposing
the
presence
of
this
card
could
be
concealed
until
the
day
of
the
trial
and
then
suddenly
produced
,
assuming
the
criminal
denied
any
intimacy
with
the
girl
,
or
having
given
her
any
toilet
set
?
And
for
the
present
he
took
the
card
and
put
it
in
his
pocket
,
but
not
before
Earl
Newcomb
,
looking
at
it
carefully
,
had
observed
:
"
I
'm
not
positive
,
Mr.
Mason
,
but
that
looks
to
me
like
the
writing
on
the
register
up
at
Big
Bittern
.
"
And
at
once
Mason
replied
:
"
Well
,
it
wo
n't
take
long
to
establish
the
fact
.
"
He
then
signaled
Heit
to
follow
him
into
an
adjoining
chamber
,
where
once
alone
with
him
,
free
from
the
observation
and
hearing
of
the
others
,
he
began
:
"
Well
,
Fred
,
you
see
it
was
just
as
you
thought
.
She
did
know
who
she
was
going
with
.
"
(
He
was
referring
to
his
own
advice
over
the
telephone
from
Biltz
that
Mrs.
Alden
had
provided
him
with
definite
information
as
to
the
criminal
.
)
"
But
you
could
n't
guess
in
a
thousand
years
unless
I
told
you
.
"
He
leaned
over
and
looked
at
Heit
shrewdly
.
"
I
do
n't
doubt
it
,
Orville
.
I
have
n't
the
slightest
idea
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
of
Griffiths
&
Company
,
of
Lycurgus
?
"
"
Not
the
collar
people
?
"
"
Yes
,
the
collar
people
.
"
"
Not
the
son
.
"
Fred
Heit
's
eyes
opened
wider
than
they
had
in
years
.
His
wide
,
brown
hand
grasped
the
end
of
his
beard
.
"
No
,
not
the
son
.
A
nephew
!
"
"
Nephew
!
Of
Samuel
Griffiths
?
Not
truly
!
"
The
old
,
moral
-
religious
,
politic-commercial
coroner
stroked
his
beard
again
and
stared
.
