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"Where then are the papers which were the cause of this tragedy?"
"The man has not dared use them; he keeps them concealed until it is safe to sell them for the hundred thousand dollars which was offered for them."
"My God! man, how do you know these things?" demanded McManus, his face ghastly as that of a week-old corpse.
"Do you dare deny one of them?" retorted Trafford.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the other.
"That you are the man who murdered Wing!"
