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saint." 

 "What lie about her could have been told to my brother?" 

 "I know what lie was told, because it has been told to others. It's blighted her life for years, go where she would on our side of the water. She hoped it wouldn't have got so far as England; and if it hadn't, she'd have settled down in that country to enjoy a little peace. But there it was, like a snake in the grass! The thing I'd give my head to find out is, who spread the lie?" 

 "You don't know, then?" 

 "No, I don't. It's a black mystery." 

 "Better let me use my despised detective talents to solve it." 

 "Oh, that's what you've been working up to, is it?" 

 "No. How could it be, as I hadn't heard the story when I began to work? But I'm willing to take it on as an extra by and by. My brother and I are scarcely friends. I'm not responsible for his act, and whatever the motive, I don't excuse it. Why go out of his way to hurt a woman? Yet I may be able to atone." 

 "Never!" 

 "Never's a long word. But just here the time has come to mention the two things I promised to tell you 'later on.'  I thought what you had against me might be the name and the plot of my book, dramatised by Carr Price." 

 "What the devil is the name or plot of your play to me?" 

 "Ah, that was what I wanted to know. It occurred to me as possible that you resented the incident of a key being found in a dead man's pocket, and the title of the book and play which might recall a certain double tragedy to the public mind." 

 The blood rushed to the man's face. He understood instantly, and did not choose to pretend ignorance.  "How dare you presume that I have a right to resent any such reference?" he challenged me. 

 "I dare, because of the second of the two things I reserved to tell you later: the wish I have to prove my detective powers for your benefit. I couldn't help seeing to-day your meeting on deck with Miss Callender. I couldn't help hearing a few words. Because I play at being a detective I keep my wits about me. Also I have a good memory for names and stories connected with them. Mr. Odell, will you separate me in your mind from my brother and give Carr Price's play a chance 
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