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Rayne stood transfixed before the overwhenling evidence. Even in the moment of his deadly peril, with the shadow of the rope around his neck, he felt a certain sense of irritation that so strong and clever a rogue as himself should have been beaten by a mere amateur who had taken up this business for the sake of money. But there was no getting away from it, no chance of escape now. Here was the one photograph taken after the murdered man's death in the presence of a professional witness of repute, and here was the imprint of his right hand, out of which Mrs.
Manton had tricked him.