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Phantom Fingers
Your Respectful Friend.
And the last one:
If you appear on the stage tomorrow night the blood that flows will be upon your own head. You will know then that I am not a man to be trifled with. I love you, and you had better get used to the idea that you will belong to me, for it is going to happen. Do not think you can hide from me—I know your every movement. I am always with you. I will come, and death will follow in my wake.
Yours Faithfully.
“Must be rather embarrassing, I should think,” I said, “having him aware of your every movement, as he says.”
She blushed. “I never thought of it,” she said.
“Sorry,” I returned. “I should not have mentioned it. Have you the slightest sort of an idea as to who might be behind this?”
She shook her head. “Not the slightest,” she said. “If I had, I would have done something to stop his annoying letters, I think. I have racked my brain
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