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Wonderful that she should be able so well to give the idea of a great
horror and a great doubt coming slowly into her startled eyes. "Mr.
Clive?" she said again. "Yes, he's been killed," Dunn said. "By
poachers, apparently." "What is that? What is that man saying?" shrilled
Mrs. Dawson from behind. "Mr. Clive--John--why, he was here yesterday."
Dunn turned his back and walked away. He heard Ella call after him, but
he would not look back because he feared what he might do if he obeyed
her call. With an odd buzzing in his ears, with the blood throbbing
through his brain as though something must soon break there, he walked
blindly on, and as he came to the gate of Bittermeads he saw a motor-car
coming up the road. It was Deede Dawson's car, and he was driving it,
and by his side sat a sulkily-smiling stranger, his air that of one not
sure of his welcome, but determined to enforce it, in whom, with a quick
start, Dunn recognized his burglar, the man whose attempt to break into
Bittermeads he had frustrated, and whose place he had taken. He put up
his hand instinctively for them to stop, and Deede Dawson at once obeyed
the gesture. Dunn noticed that