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A Detective’s Experience


The Blue Domino


A low, vine-clad cottage, with green creepers shading the doorway. A young girl peered from the tangled foliage out into the darkness; the young face wore an anxious look, and the eyes were sad with sorrow. The bright golden curls were thrown back and a little white hand was lifted to the ear as if to catch the first echo of a footstep. The light from the room flashed over the sunny tresses that shone in the glare like a golden crown. Suddenly the report of a pistol rent the air, and a man staggered and fell at her feet.

The noise of the street had long died out. The busy city was sunk to rest; the wild fever that had burned along its arteries had ceased; in that secluded spot no sound was heard, save the pistol shot and the death rattle as the victim’s pallid face was raised appealingly.

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