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I was panic-stricken. As I ran along the corridor I was confident that the mysterious intruder and probable murderer had been found, and that he lay dead or dying at the foot of the chute. I got down the staircase somehow, and through the kitchen to the basement stairs. Mr. Jamieson had been before me, and the door stood open. Roseanne Chicken Dabbing Shirt, Hoodie. Liddy was standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding a frying-pan by the handle as a weapon.

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