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Arrive Lambert Junction three-fifty.
"TERENCE K.PATTEN." Under the terrible strain of the past six days I had completely forgotten Terry's existence and now the memory of his cool impertinence came back to me with a rush.

For the first moment I felt too angry to think; I had not credited even his presumption with anything like this.
His interference in the Patterson-Pratt business was bad enough, but he might have realized that this was a personal matter.

He was calmly proposing to turn this horrible tragedy into a story for the Sunday papers--and that to a member of the murdered man's own family.

Hot with indignation, I tore the telegram into shreds and stalked into the house.
I paced up and down the hall for fifteen minutes, planning what I should say to him when he arrived; and then, as I calmed down, I commenced to see the thing in its true light.
The whole account of the crime to the minutest detail, had already appeared in every newspaper in the country, together with the most outrageous stories of Radnor's past career.