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nyp.33433076068067	Jones Susan Carleton	The La Chance mine mystery, by S. Carleton [pseud.] with frontispiece by George W. Gage	1920		.txt	text/plain	59554	4432	95	at home, and he'll know me,'" I said to myself at last like the old woman in the storybook, She opened the door for herself, because I had forgotten it, and stood looking at the lighted living room at the end of the Along that cliff face came first Dudley's shack, then Thompson's tunnel, then—a One glance around told me Dudley was right, and the man knew his business; not going to have her think I knew about Collins, much more all the stuff Marcia had said. on the Caraquet road till I knew what Paulette had said about them,—which I was pretty "Crime doesn't always come out, Miss Paulette," said Macartney. across the three-cornered envelope flap Macartney's grab had left in my hand: and, knowing Thompson, it was pitiful. I said so, more because Dudley was glaring at Macartney like a maniac "D'ye know Marcia thinks Macartney wants	./cache/nyp.33433076068067.pdf	./txt/nyp.33433076068067.txt