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"As if I'd publish it on the housetops!" she cried in infinite disdain. "It's plain you aren't much up in detective stories." "For the very simple reason that Miss Dallas is of a delicate and nervous constitution," said Etwald. "If she does not marry Mr. Alymer, with whom she is in love, she may die. I quite forget that I should speak in the past tense now, major. Mr. Alymer is dead, and Miss Dallas may pine away of grief. It was to prevent such a catastrophe from occurring that I surrendered my claim to her hand." "The name of the person who committed the murder.".
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