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Roger Ferrison returned home to Palace Crescent that evening, wearing new shoes and with a brown paper parcel under his arm. It was an hour before the usual dinner time. Joseph and a maid were engaged in laying the dining tables and a faint smell of cooking pervaded the premises.
There was nothing to indicate the recent tragedy and Roger, having deposited his key upon its hook, was turning to mount the stairs when the green baize door was softly opened and a face, which in that dim light seemed to him almost the face of a Madonna, looked out upon him.