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Punshon, E. R. (Ernest Robertson), 1872-1956

"The Bittermeads Mystery"


"You, Walter," he exclaimed. "That's good! But how did you get
here? And how did you know where I was?"
The new-comer drew a little nearer and showed the tall, thin form
of Walter Dunsmore to whom Dunn had spoken at Wreste Abbey.
"I had to come," he murmured. "I couldn't rest without seeing you.
You upset me the other day, saying what you did. Isn't it very
dangerous your being here? Suppose Deede Dawson--"
"Oh, if he suspected, there would soon be an end of me," answered
Dunn grimly. "But I think I'm going to win--at least, I did till
tonight."
"What's happened?" the other asked sharply and anxiously.
"He has been telling me his plans," answered Dunn. "He has told me
everything--he has put himself entirely in my power--he has done
what I have been waiting and hoping for ever since I came here.
He has given me his full confidence at last, and I never felt more
uneasy or less certain of success than I do at this moment."
"He has told you--everything?" Walter Dunsmore asked. "Everything,
except who is behind it all," answered Dunn. "I asked him who he
was acting for, and he refused to say. But we shall know that
tomorrow, for he told me something almost as good--he told me where
this employer would be at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. So then
we shall have him, unless Deede Dawson was lying."
"Of course, it all depends on finding that out," remarked Walter
thoughtfully.


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