Capitolo 34
woodpile the afternoon before, when he was picked up ill and he/she returned home,
staggering. The doctor could not do anything. The small ones passed
from spasm in spasm, and it died in a hour.
"Was there wherever a mark like a ring on the hand or face?" asked
Jones I mediate.
The father of the dead child seemed amazed. What, he said, it was that that
the strange gentleman that had come that the a lot of morning asked, a strange,
small bent gentlemen, very bald and with the great eye-glasses that were
kind, and he/she cried with them and it gave them money to bury the "child."
"Moseley, from the God Harry!" exclaimed the Mr. Curtis Fleming. "But
which was the death-agent?"
It mediates Jones the head he shook. "Too soon to do more than the supposition.
Will it bring me to the place of Teacher Moseley?"
The old house sustained four-plaza, with a greenhouse patch up-in increase on
a wing. In the anterior room they decently found the body of the prison inmate
prepared, with the assistant of an entrepreneur of reigning funeral pomps. From the
greenhouse came a hissing subdued.
"What that is it?" Asked Jones.
"Disinfecting the greenhouse. There was a note gimmick near the body
insisting on his/her being. 'For the safety', it said, so I ordered him
looked to."
"Is it responsible, then?"
"It is my house. And they are not till now there relatives as me I know. Comes
and it looks at his/her papers. You won't find a lot."
In the old style desk a heap of the illegible matter was,
it interposed with dates, while apparently being born on scientific
experiments; a package of letters from the Search of Denny
Laboratories of St. Luigi, mentioning enclosure of controls; and three
envelopes same-addressed that New York that brings bead of dates,
respectively, March 12, March 14 and March 20. Each contained a
sheet date-stamped of paper, similar to that that the Mr. Curtis
Flemish had shown to Make the average of Jones. That first hole of date
red colons; the second, three red points and the third, two. Everybody
the envelopes were turned in Teacher Moseley you/he/she is writing by hand; the