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“I told much the same story to Lewis Cartwright,” said the Reverend Peters as the others sat in silence, digesting what Mrs Jenkins had told them. “And how did he react?” asked Stone. “To be honest, he didn’t react at all.” “As if he knew it already?” “Perhaps, but I don’t see how he could have.” “The story is well-known,” said Mrs Jenkins. “They tracked them both down, eventually. Silas Morgan was killed in a gunfight, and Nancy Mumford arrested. She made a full statement before her trial. Every gruesome detail was included. Although she wasn’t directly responsible for the killing of her husband, a lot of people hated her for her involvement with Morgan and they hanged her.” Stone threw out his hands, exasperated. “And the business about the deeds? What happened to the deeds?” No o