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Portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart Mary Roberts Rinehart The Window at the White Cat — IX. Only One Eye Closed (1910)

Everything that had gone before had pointed to a position so untenable that suicide seemed its natural and inevitable result. With the discovery that there was no revolver on the table or floor, the thing was more ominous. I decided at once to call the young city physician in the room across the hall, and with something approximating panic, I threw open the door—to face Harry Wardrop, and behind him, Hunter.
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Portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart Mary Roberts Rinehart The Window at the White Cat — IX. Only One Eye Closed (1910)

At twelve-thirty Wardrop, Hunter and the coroner came down-stairs, leaving a detective in charge of the body until morning, when it could be taken home. The coroner had a cab waiting, and he took us at once to Hunter's chief. He had not gone to bed, and we filed into his library sepulchrally.
Wardrop told his story, but it was hardly convincing. The chief, a large man who said very little, and leaned back with his eyes partly shut, listened in silence, only occasionally asking a question.
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Portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart Mary Roberts Rinehart The Window at the White Cat — IX. Only One Eye Closed (1910)

The chief and Hunter exchanged significant glances. Then—
"Go on, if you please," the detective said cheerfully.
I think Wardrop realized the absurdity of trying to make any one believe that part of the story. He shut his lips and threw up his head as if he intended to say nothing further.
"Go on," I urged. If he could clear himself he must. I could not go back to Margery Fleming and tell her that her father had been murdered and her lover was accused of the crime.
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