A DAY'S FOLLY
comparing one with the other, arranging them in sets in front of her, and making marginal notes on them all the while.
With but a brief interval for tea, she sat at her table for close on four hours, at the end of which time she swept all the scraps of paper on one side, with the exception of a few which she kept in her hand. Then she looked up at me, and I sighed with relief.
My dear lady was positively beaming.
"You have found what you wanted?" I asked eagerly.
"What I expected," she replied.
"May I know?"
She spread out the bits of paper before me. There were six altogether, and each of these columns had one paragraph specially marked with a cross.
"Only look at the paragraphs which I have marked," she said.
I did as I was told. But if in my heart I had vaguely hoped that I should then and there be confronted with the solution of the mystery which surrounded the Somersetshire outrage, I was doomed to disappointment.
Each of the marked paragraphs in the "Personal" columns bore the initials H. S. H., and their purport was invariably an assignation at one of the small railway stations on the line between Bristol and Weston.
I suppose that my bewilderment must have been
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