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Chapter Three
The Duke was in his study when Mr. Watson came into the room. He had been signing his letters and looked up as his secretary approached to ask, “Well, Watson, what have you discovered?” “I am afraid, Your Grace,” Mr. Watson replied, “that it is just what we suspected.” “I want every detail.” “One of the gardeners is quite certain, Your Grace,” replied Mr. Watson, “that he saw Mr. Giles the previous night driving through the village.” “Was he absolutely sure?” “Emery is a very truthful man, Your Grace, who has been with us for fifteen years,” The Duke nodded and Mr. Watson continued, “I have questioned the stable lad, who said Mr. Oliver turned round to get his whip and by doing so, saved his own life,” He paused as if to make what followed more impressive. “He is absolutely conv
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