C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

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C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson The Dark Veil — Chapter 5 (1921)

I simply hated poor dear Smith! He ought to have nosed out something against the woman! What are detectives for?
“You've been an angel to fight for my happiness,” Joyce said. “I adore you for it. And so does Robert, I know, though he mustn't put such feelings into words, or even have feelings, if he can help it. There's nothing more to fight about now. The best thing I can pray for is that Robert may forget our dream, and that he may be happy in this other dream of June.”
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C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson The Dark Veil — Chapter 5 (1921)

In justice to Joyce and yourself, even in justice to June's spirit—which I can't think would be so selfish!—we must find out!”
“What would you suggest?” Joyce asked rather timidly. But there was a faint color in her cheeks, like a spark in the ashes of hope.
“Detectives!” I said. “Or rather a detective. I know a good man. He served me very well once, when some of our family treasures disappeared from Courtenaye Abbey, and it rather looked as if I'd stolen them myself! He can learn without any shadow of doubt when Miss Reardon did land, and when she came to London.
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C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson The Dark Veil — Chapter 5 (1921)

And even if I were brutal enough, disloyal enough, to disown the claim, to pretend to Joyce and myself that I didn't believe, neither Joyce nor I could have a moment's happiness, married. She knows that as well as I do. As my wife, her life would be spoiled. June would always stand between us, separating us one from the other. I think I should be driven mad. Joyce's heart would be broken. I've promised to talk with June through a medium every day. Miss Reardon has to leave London in a fortnight, but June's voice asked me to go to Opal Fawcett.
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