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[Woollard L. <he...@jt...>]

Then I flung him in--that's all. Splash!... God, I can hear it now! I
saw his face just under the water. Then I went on." "You went on?" she
repeated, trembling in every limb. "I picked up the pocketbook which I
had shaken out of his clothes in that first struggle. I studied its
contents, and it gave me an idea. I went to Liverpool, stayed at the
hotel where he had engaged rooms, dressed myself in his clothes, and
went on the steamer in his place. I travelled to New York as Mr. Douglas
Romilly of the Douglas Romilly Shoe Company, occupied my room at the
Waldorf under that name. Then I disappeared suddenly--there were too
many people waiting to see me. I took the pseudonym which he had
carefully prepared for himself and hid for a time in a small tenement
house. Then I rewrote the play. There you have my story." "You--murdered
him, Philip!... You!" "It was no crime," he continued calmly, filled
with a queer sense of relief at the idea of being able to talk about it.
"My whole life, up