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THE four men stood in silence before the body. Jimmy bent and touched the hand. "Dead! " he said. Angel made no reply, but switched on every slight in the room. Then he passed his hands rapidly through the dead man's pockets; the things he found he passed to one of the other detectives, who laid them on the table.
"A chisel, a jemmy, a centre-bit, lamp, pistol," enumerated Angel. "It is not difficult to understand why Connor came here; but who killed him?"