David Hume Frazer killed cousin.

Cousin talked girl in road.
Girl waited wood.

David Hume Frazer met girl in wood after 1 a.m." Brett jumped up in instant excitement.

Ha placed the two documents on a table near the window, where the afternoon sun fell directly on them.
"Written by the murderer!" he cried "The result of perusing the evening papers containing a report of the first proceedings before the magistrates! The production of an illiterate man, who knew neither the use of a hyphen nor the correct word to describe the avenue! Not wholly exact either, if your story be true, Hume." "My story is true.

Helen herself will tell it you, word for word." "This is most important.