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The Oracle of the Dog-4
“Oh, it was full of pep,” replied Fiennes gloomily. “It would have been glorious copy if it could have held together for ten minutes longer. He said the Colonel was still alive when they found him in the summerhouse and the doctor killed him with the surgical instrument on pretence of cutting the clothes.” “I see,” said the priest. “I suppose he was lying flat on his face on the mud floor as a form of siesta.” “It’s wonderful what hustle will do,” continued his informant. “I believe Floyd would have got his great theory into the papers at any rate, and perhaps had the doctor arrested, when all these things were blown sky high as if by dynamite by the discovery of that dead body lying under the Rock of Fortune. And that’s what we come back to after all. I suppose the suicide is almost a c
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