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THE MYSTERY SOLVED.
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you came to my apartment, seeking Lucille, I knew that my hour had come.
I might have given you a fight and warded off the end for a while. But what use. If the proof was not conclusive enough to hang me, it was enough to imprison me, for the waiters, my servant and the livery-man could have made out a case of circumstantial evidence. I prefer death.
It is morning. The morning of the day which was to have been my wedding day. Oh God, I had some wild hope when I began this confession. It has gone now. This is all. If you have any charity in your soul, spare me all you can.
TOLMAN BIKE.
North Washington Square,
June Seventh, 18———.
