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Major Jen listened quietly, and waited until Maurice ended his story before he spoke. The information about Mrs. Dallas and her reference to himself did not surprise him so much as Alymer expected it would do. In fact he only made one brief remark upon this point. "Under the bed! Are you sure?" said Jen, greatly startled by this information. "I don't think so," said he, with conviction. "Why should he kill Maurice?".
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