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Portrait of J. S. Fletcher J. S. Fletcher The Markenmore Mystery — Chapter 19 (1923)

Tretheroe!—he was! It was he who went there at two o'clock in the morning, and—mind this!—he was the last man in whose company Guy Markenmore was seen alive!"
Mrs. Tretheroe uttered a faint cry—evidently one of genuine astonishment.
"No—no!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe——"
"Quite immaterial what you believe," said Blick, with well-assumed indifference. "We know it! Now, Mrs. Tretheroe, all this pretended concern of yours about von Eckhardstein's being lost through some accident is all pretence! I tell you we know things.
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Portrait of J. S. Fletcher J. S. Fletcher The Markenmore Mystery — Chapter 19 (1923)

Tretheroe!" replied Blick.
Mrs. Tretheroe started and glanced sharply at the detective. These were not the tones in which he had addressed her on his previous visit—his voice now was official, firm, almost menacing; he spoke like a man who has got the whip-hand of the person he is addressing. And after her sharp glance at him Mrs. Tretheroe paled a little; she was conscious that two pairs of masculine eyes were fixed on her, not in admiration, but in something very like stern scrutiny.
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Portrait of J. S. Fletcher J. S. Fletcher The Markenmore Mystery — Chapter 19 (1923)

Blick saw nothing of these obsequies. He was not concerned with the dead. His one object was to lay hands on a living person—the murderer of Guy Markenmore. That person was somewhere; possibly far off by that time; possibly closer at hand than he knew. It was a difficult chase, and the quarry was clear out of sight and the scent poor, but Blick was casting round, and by perseverance, aided by luck, he hoped to get on the trail. And certainly he had got something to go on in the strange revelation of yesterday, and in the fortunate discovery of the automatic pistol.
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