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mdp.39015030140043	Clason Clyde B.	The purple parrot, Theocritus Lucius Westborough story by Clyde B. Clason	1937		.txt	text/plain	65235	6788	90	"It sounded like Miss Morse, sir." Mack rose to his feet and walked to the hall, comparing the time indicated by the tall Jacobean-cased clock "Very well, Miss Morse." Mack's face was that of a "Not very helpful are you, Miss Morse?" Mack observed sarcastically. through the drawers of Morse's desk, and Mr Westborough seemed very intent on the bloodstained papers the study, "Well, Miss Morse, feel like answering a couldn't have been killed a few seconds or maybe a minute before Miss Morse reached her room." "How long has Baines been with Morse?" Mack inquired. "I asked, did Morse get along all right with Baines?" "Vail, did you know that Sylvia Morse is engaged to Foster?" "The door from Miss Morse's room, sir." "Was the door to the study from Miss Morse's room "Before beginning my little experiment," said Westborough, "I should like to ask what Mr Foster has	./cache/mdp.39015030140043.pdf	./txt/mdp.39015030140043.txt