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HERE was a pretty kettle of fish, truly. Sitting well back on his heels and flashing the torch every now and then over the expressionless mask of death, Dick considered hesitatingly the strange events of the evening.
They offered unanswerable riddles. The girl who had come so unexpectedly into the glade, and vanished just as unexpectedly, leaving in her place a woman almost thrice her age. Worse still, and still more extraordinary, this woman was dead, and not for long, since the body was yet warm. She also was arrayed in a costly opera cloak. There was blood on her breast, and it required only a brief examination for Dick to determine that she had been shot through the heart. But for what reason, and by whom?