A Study in Scarlet (Serial Edition Cover) — page 79: what you’re looking at

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2» Sr Anes a . a A STUDY IN SCARLET. rp fies daughter was in the room, too—an uncommonly Sne girl she is, too; she was looking red about the eyes, ind her lips trembled as I spoke to her. That didn’t escape my notice. I began to smell arat. You know the feeling, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, when you come upon he right scent—a kind of thrill in your nerves. ‘Have you heard of the mysterious death of your late boarder, Mr. Enoch J. Drebber, of Cleveland ?’ I asked. “The mother nodded. She didn’t seem able to get outa word. ‘The daughter burst into tears. I felt more than ever that these people knew something of the matter. ““ At what o’clock did Mr. Drebber leave your house for the train?’ I asked. “At eight o’clock,’ she said, gulping in her throat to keep down her agitation. ‘ His secretary, Mr. Stanger- son, said that there were two trains—one at 9:15 and one at 11. He was to catch the first.’ 3 “* And was that the last which you saw of him?’ “A terrible change came over the woman’s face as I asked the question. Her features turned perfectly livid. It was some seconds before she could get out the single word “ Yes,’ and when it did come it was in a husky, unnatural tone. “There was silence for a moment, and then the daughter spoke in a calm, clear voice. ““No good can ever come of falsehood, mother,’ she said. ‘Let us be frank with this gentleman. We aid see Mr. Drebber again.’ ““God forgive you!’ cried Madame Charpentier, throwing up her hands and sinking back in her chair, ‘You have murdered your brother.’ Gomilcboo <=) (C©)