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"Mr. Larose," said the aristocratic-looking young woman, with a choke in her voice, "I have come to you for advice. Two days ago I killed a man. He attacked me and had been intending to blackmail me. His body lies hidden in a pond. Should I give myself up to the police, or say nothing in the hope that I may not be found out? You remember me, don't you? We met at Blackston Manor a little while ago."
It would be difficult for the generation of to-day, or even, perhaps, for middle-aged people, to realise the social conditions prevailing in England sixty to seventy years ago. It was an age of class-distinctions appalling in their bitterness and stupidity.