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The Green Hat
Sir Maurice said hoarsely: "Chose the only way to make it look like an accident to those two children. . . ."
"Here's her hat," I muttered, and as Sir Maurice turned to it his face was puckered like a child's.
Suddenly the moaning of the wrecked car ceased, and in the silence Hilary walked into the darkness about the great tree.
THE END OF THE ROMANCE CALLED
The Green Hat
