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

"The Bittermeads Mystery"

"Finding out his identity."
"Yes, that's the key move to the problem," Dunn said. "And tomorrow
we shall know it, if Deede Dawson was speaking the truth just now."
"I should think he was," said Walter slowly. "I should think it is
certain he was. You may depend on that, I think."
"I think so, too," agreed Dunn. "But how did you find out where I
was?"
"You know that day you came to Wreste Abbey? There was some fellow
you had with you who told the landlord of the Chobham Arms, so I
easily found out from him," answered Walter.
"Anyhow, I'm glad you're here," Dunn said. "I was wondering how to
get in touch with you. Well, this is Deede Dawson's plan in brief.
Tomorrow, at four in the afternoon, Rupert Dunsmore is to be killed
--and I've undertaken to do the deed."
"What do you mean?" exclaimed Walter, starting.
"I've promised that if Deede Dawson will bring me face to face with
Rupert Dunsmore, I'll murder him," answered Dunn, laughing softly.
"A fairly safe offer on your part, isn't it?" observed Walter. "At
least, unless there's any saving clause about mirrors."
"Oh, none," answered Dunn. "I told Deede Dawson Rupert Dunsmore
was my worst enemy, and that's true enough, for I think every man's
worst enemy is himself."
"I wish I had none worse," muttered Walter.
"I think you haven't, old chap," Dunn said smilingly.


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