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rested apparently well satisfied with the keenness of his record thus
far made. No. 2 now took up the inquiry. He was the squarely built
angular fellow with deep-set eyes, quiet demeanor and few words. His
first question was:
"Has Miss Nash any other friends living in Hollyhill?"
"No, I think not," Marion replied; "no particular friends."
"None that she ever corresponds with?" persisted the man with the
deep-set eyes.
Marion started visibly. Sudden recollection of the letter received by
Helen the day before came to her.
"She got a letter postmarked Hollyhill yesterday," the young hostess
replied.
"Who was it from?"
"I don't know. I didn't know that she was corresponding with anybody
in the town. But the address on the envelope looked as if it was
written by a man."
"Do you suppose you could find that letter?"
"I'll go upstairs and look," Marion said, suiting the action to the
word.
In a few minutes she returned with a waste paper basket in her hands.
"Helen was sharing my room with me," she said. "A letter has been torn
up and thrown in the basket. As I didn't do it, it must be Helen's."
"This begins to look like something," the tall man said with a nod of
approval, picking up several bits of paper from the basket.
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