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I drew a deep breath. It was almost a relief.
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“Did she not say who brought her to this hell of hells, or murmur even with her dying breath, one word that would guide us in fixing this crime upon the head of her who is guilty of it?”
“No,” answered the officer, “no; but you are right in thinking it was a woman, but what woman, the creature below evidently does not know.”
Feeling that the situation demanded thought, I composed myself to the best of my ability.
“I am the Rev. David Barrows of S— — ” said I, “and my interest in this young girl is purely that of a humanitarian. I have never seen her. I do not even know how long she has been in this country. But I learned that a girl by the name of Grace Merriam had been beguiled from her boarding-place here in this city, and fearing that some terrible evil had befallen her, I telegraphed to the police to look her up.”
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