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You are in the newspaper business, ain't you?"
"Yes," realising further concealment was useless, "but on my vacation.
I thought I explained all that to Mr. Beaton. I am not exactly a
reporter. I am what they call a special writer--sometimes write for
magazines like _Scribbler's_, other times for newspapers. I do
feature-stuff."
"Whatever that is."
"Human-interest stories; anything unusual; strange happenings in
every-day life, you know."
"Murders, and--and robberies."
"Occasionally, if they are out of the ordinary." She took a swift
breath, and made the plunge. "Like the Frederick Cavendish case--do
you remember that?"
Miss La Rue stared at her across the darkening room, but if she changed
colour the gloom concealed it, and her voice was steady enough.
"No," she said shortly, "I never read those things. What happened?"
"Oh, nothing much. It occurred to my mind because it was about the
last thing I worked on before leaving home. He was very rich, and was
found dead in his apartments at the Waldron--evidently killed by a
burglar.


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