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A blinding river of fire spilled out of the sky!
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| Mystery of Uncle Alfred |
By Mindret Lord
He was devoted to those pigs—absolutely devoted; perhaps that had something to do with his sudden, fantastic disappearance....
When the estate of my uncle, Alfred Fry, is finally settled, I shall give the farm to George Harris. I would not spend another night in the house for all creation. But Harris is a strange, elemental sort of man; he hated Uncle Alfred while he worked for him, and now that my uncle is gone, he hates him, still. I think it actually amuses him—and as a matter of fact, I am almost
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