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AFTER leaving Detective Mitchell, Wyndham's walk increased into a run as soon as he turned a curve in the road, but before reaching Dewdrop Inn he slackened his pace and it was with bowed head and slow step that he entered the house. Entirely ignoring Murray's efforts to help him off with his overcoat, he brushed by the footman and entered the drawing-room. Mrs. Porter's voice, raised in angry expostulation, drowned the sound of his approach, and he stood almost at the sheriff's elbow before that official became aware of his presence. Sheriff Nichols, who had met him several times at the county court house, greeted him cordially.
"How are you, Mr. Wyndham? " he said, relieved by having someone besides an irate woman to argue with. "I'm trying to explain to Mrs. Porter that Dr. Noyes must come along with me, and she won't listen to reason, nohow."