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"Why, what about David?" "No, Uncle Jen, I can't. I have my suspicions." "I know a great many things, Mr. Inspector. For instance, I know that the woman who assisted Dr. Etwald to steal the body is Dido, the negress of Mrs. Dallas; also that Dr. Etwald is a murderer as well as a thief.".
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