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For a while Brenda did not grasp the full significance of her father's admission. She stared at him blankly. Then the recollection of that morsel of crape in the dead man's hand, and all that it meant, came upon her with overwhelming force. She could not cry, but a choking sensation came at her throat. Her father was the man who had worn the crape scarf -- then her father was the man who had murdered Gilbert Malet!
"What is it, Brenda? Why do you look at me like that? " he asked nervously.