Once in Jeopardy.
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pleased to proclaim his guilt from the housetops.”
“Then,” said the detective, with the dreary deliberation of one retiring from a failing cause, “this murderer cannot be punished.”
The dreamy blue eyes of White Carter swam listlessly
“Perhaps,” he drawled, “when the gentleman shall have passed the melancholy flood with that grim ferryman whom poets write of unto the Kingdom of Perpetual Night.”
