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"Good God, do you mean to tellin front of the other "Haven't you seen O'Connor? Haven't you come in touch with the Police anywhere within the last year? Don't you know--?"

"I know nothing," breathed Kent

For a space McTrigger stared at hi," said Kent "All this tier drew a deep breath Again his hands gripped Kent's, and his voice was incredulous, filled with a great wonder "And you have co that Marette killed Kedsty! It is hard to believe And yet--" Into his face carief, al his eyes, saw that he was looking at a big stone fireplace in the end of the roo out last Winter," he said, speaking with, an effort "I ain YouIt will not do to have her tell you See--"

Kent followed hier took a picture and gave it to him It was a snapshot, the picture of a bare-headedon hiray ghost of a ht froalow

"My brother," said McTrigger chokingly "I loved hied to us, half and half It was he--who killed--John Barkley" And then, after a ht to speak steadily, he added, "And it was he--my brother--who also killed Inspector Kedsty"

For a matter of seconds there was a dead silence between theer looked into the fireplace instead of at Kent Then he said: "He killed those men, but he didn't murder thele- to law If it wasn't for Marette, I wouldn't tell you about it--not the horrible part of it I don't like to bring it up in o I was not married then, but my brother was ten years older than I and had a wife I think that Marette loves you as Marie loved Donald And Donald's love was more than that It orship We came into the newstrikes at Dawson and Bonanza It was a wild country, a savage country, and there were feomen in it, but Marie came with Donald She was beautiful, with hair and eyes like Marette's That was the tragedy of it