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THE MORTOVER GRANGE AFFAIR
theory about that diamond. It seemed to him a reasonable thing to suppose that it had fallen, being already loose in its setting, from the murderer's hand as he struck down his victim. But . . . he couldn't go all over London searching for a man from whose finger-ring or scarf-pin a stone was missing. . . .
He went round to Handel Street presently, and found Miss Tandy.
"You can't remember any of the wording of that manuscript Wraypoole brought you?" he asked abruptly. "Nothing of it, eh?"
"I remember one word," replied Miss Tandy, promptly. "Just one! Title, I suppose—in big letters, on the brown paper cover. A queer word—or name, Mortover."
