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hvd.hn5pnl	Rinehart Mary Roberts	The window at the White Cat by Mary Roberts Rinehart ... ; with illustrations by Arthur I. Keller	1910		.txt	text/plain	59635	5190	92	"I hardly know how to begin," she said, "but suppose"-slowly—"suppose that a man, a well-known said after a second's hesitation, "and my father, Mr. Allan Fleming, is the man. kitchen door," he said, raising his voice for the benefit of the room, and holding aloft a piece of paper. point, but what Miss Fleming had said of Carter and Union Streets, where Fred had said Allan Fleming had come to grief in a cab. Miss Fleming sat, one hand on the table, staring absently at her engagement ring. When the three new-comers went up-stairs, instead of going into the grill-room, I looked at I closed the doors into the dining-room and, leaving one light in the hall, went up to bed. room by yourself all day and all night, with detectives watching you; sit there and puzzle over a murder of a man you are suspected of killing ; you know	./cache/hvd.hn5pnl.pdf	./txt/hvd.hn5pnl.txt