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Luigi handed Wilson’s paper to Tom, and said— “ Now read this one.” Tom read: “ You have killed some one, but whether man, woman or child, I do not make out. ” “ Cæsar’s ghost!” commented Tom, with astonishment. “It beats anything that was ever heard of! Why, a man’s own hand is his deadliest enemy! Just think of that—a man’s own hand keeps a record of the deepest and fatalest secrets of his life, and is treacherously ready to expose him to any black-magic stranger that comes along. But what do you let a person look at your hand for, with that awful thing printed on it?” “ Oh,” said Luigi, reposefully, “I don’t mind it. I killed the man for good reasons, and I don’t regret it.” “ What were the reasons?” “ Well, he needed killing.” “ I’ll tell you why he did it, s