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The Laurieville Mystery

“You don’t say so!”

“Yes, it is too true, neighbor Harris; the squire is gone. We must all come to it, but this is dreadful!”

“Murdered in cold blood you say, Brown?”

“Such are the appearances.”

“And no clue to the murderer?”

“Not the slightest.”

This fragment of conversation I overheard as I came up to where my neighbors Brown and Harris were discussing the great local sensation of the village where we lived.

Brown and Harris were farmers, whose lands were only separated from each other by a small stream, not of sufficient importance to dignify with the name of river.

Laurieville was a small village, and boasted of one lawyer, from the place took its name— Seymour Laurie. He was an old, white-headed, stern-mannered gentleman, descended from the ancient Scottish heroes. He was an excellent lawyer, honest and reliable; and his advice was sought for by many far and near.

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