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           Butnow,tonight,themfindingthebody,Iheardaminuteago,Ithought,MyGod,what’veIdone!"Hehandedoverthepackage,muchtoofull.

           "Youfool!"criedFrancine,andtearswereinhereyes.

           "I’msorry.Course,maybeitwasnothing."

           Laviniastoodwiththethreepeoplelookingather,staringather.Shefeltnothing.Except,perhaps,theslightestprickleofexcitementinherthroat.Sheheldouthermoneyautomatically.

           "There’snochargeonthosepeppermints,"saidthedruggist,turningtoshufflesomepapers.

           "Well,IknowwhatI’mgoingtodorightnow!"Helenstalkedoutofthedrugshop."I’mcallingataxitotakeusallhome.I’llbenopartofahuntingpartyforyou,Lavinia.Thatmanwasuptonogood.Askingaboutyou.Youwanttobedeadintheravinenext?"

           "Itwasjustaman,"saidLavinia,turninginaslowcircletolookatthetown.

           "SoisFrankDillonaman,butmaybehe’stheLonelyOne."

           Francinehadn’tcomeoutwiththem,theynoticed,andturning,theyfoundherarriving."Imadehimgivemeadescription-thedruggist.Imadehimtellwhatthemanlookedlike.Astranger,"shesaid,"inadarksuit.Sortofpaleandthin."

           "We’realloverwrought,"saidLavinia."Isimplywon’ttakeataxiifyougetone.IfI’mthenextvictim,letmebe;thenext.There’salltoolittleexcitementinlife,especiallyforamaidenladythirty-threeyearsold,sodon’tyoumindifIenjoyit.Anywayit’ssilly;I’mnotbeautiful.