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Chettle laughed -- a low, suggestive, satisfied chuckle. He laid the watch, its case still open, on the table at which they were standing, and tapped the photograph with the point of his finger.
"That may be the first step to the scaffold -- for somebody," he said, with a meaning glance. "Ah -- it's extraordinary what little, innocent-looking things help to put a bit of rope round a man's neck! So you took this, Mr. Allerdyke? -- took it yourself, you say?"