Recalled to Life. Allen Grant

the faintest idea, then, who the murderer was or what he looked like?”

      I rose up before him solemnly, and stared him full in the face. I was wrought up by that time to a perfect pitch of excitement and interest.

      “I haven’t the faintest idea,” I answered, feeling myself a woman at last, and realising my freedom; “I know and remember no more of it than you do. But from this moment forth, I shall not rest until I’ve found him out and tracked him down, and punished him. I shall never let my head rest in peace on my pillow until I’ve discovered my father’s murderer!”

      “That’s well,” the Inspector said sharply, shutting his notes up to go. “If you persevere in that mind, and do as you say, we shall soon get to the bottom of the Woodbury Mystery!”

      And even as he spoke a key turned in the front door. I knew it was Aunt Emma, come in from her marketing.