"
"I would serve you with my life, Miriam, in anything reasonable and
possible. But how can I help you? How can you discharge such an
obligation? You have not even a clue!"
"Yes, I have a clue, Paul."
"You have? What is it? Why have you never spoken of it before?"
"Because of its seeming unimportance. The clue is so slight, that it
would be considered none at all, by others less interested than myself."
"What is it, then? At least allow me the privilege of knowing, and
judging of its importance."
"I am about to do so," said Miriam, and she commenced and told him all
she knew, and also all she suspected of the circumstances that preceded
the assassination on the beach. In conclusion, she informed him of the
letters in her possession.
"And where are now those letters, Miriam? What are they like? What is
their purport? It seems to me that they would not only give a hint, but
afford direct evidence against that demoniac assassin. And it seems
strange to me that they were not examined, with a view to that end."
"Paul, they were; but they did not point out the writer, even. There was
a note among them--a note soliciting a meeting with Marian, upon the
very evening, and upon the very spot when and where the murder was
committed! But that note contains nothing to indicate the identity of
its author.
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