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it was awful--Hell!" He pressed his hands together, his voice shook: "I'd never been in anything before--no kind of trouble--and now it seemed to put me right on one side.

I couldn't see straight.

One moment I hated you, then I admired you, and the oddest thing of all was that I didn't think about the actual thing--your having killed Carfax--at all; everything else was so much more important.

I just wanted to be sure that you'd done it and then--for you to go away and never see any of us again." Olva smiled.
"Yes," he said.
"But it wasn't until the 5th of November--the 'rag' night--that I was quite sure.

I knew then, when I saw you hitting that fellow, that you'd killed Carfax.