about a foot in length, exceedingly fine and silky in texture, and containing at intervals five strangely complicated knots of most intricate pattern. With a smile of triumph on her face Beatrice handed the fragment to her uncle. "There!" she cried. "See for yourself." "There!" she cried. "See for yourself." Flower made no reply. He held the string in his hand, gazing at it with eyes dark and dilated. Flower made no reply. He held the string in his hand, gazing at it with eyes dark and dilated. "Great heavens!" he exclaimed. The words seemed to be literally torn from him. "Is it possible——" "Great heavens!" he exclaimed. The words seemed to be literally torn from him. "Is it possible——" CHAPTER III CHAPTER III THE REGISTERED LETTER THE REGISTERED LETTER Beatrice and Wilfrid looked at Flower in astonishment. He did not seem to heed until his dull eyes met theirs and saw the question which neither cared to ask. Beatrice and Wilfrid looked at Flower in astonishment. He did not seem to heed until his dull eyes met theirs and saw the question which neither cared to ask. "A sharp, sudden pain," he gasped, "a pain in my head. I expect I have been working too hard. It has gone now. Perhaps it isn't worth taking any notice of. I am told that neuralgia sometimes is almost more than one can bear. So this is the piece of string the fellow was using, Beatrice? I am afraid I can't disbelieve you any longer. I am sure that there is no string like this in the house. In fact, I never saw anything like it before. What do you make of it, Dr. Mercer?" "A sharp, sudden pain," he gasped, "a pain in my head. I expect I have been working too hard. It has gone now. Perhaps it isn't worth taking any notice of. I am told that neuralgia sometimes is almost more than one can bear. So this is the piece of string the fellow was using, Beatrice? I am afraid I can't disbelieve you any longer. I am sure that there is no string like
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