The Almost Perfect Murder



\"Let us ask Jarboe.\" My employer looked about the room. \"May I ring?\"

\"The telephone is quicker,\" said Miss Priestley. She took down the receiver, and said in the same cold toneless voice: \"Please ask Mr. Jarboe to come to the Commodore's office for a moment.\"

While we waited for Jarboe, Mme. Storey lit a cigarette. Miss Priestley declined one. My employer sauntered about the room making polite conversation. But I knew


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\"Let us ask Jarboe.\" My employer looked about the room. \"May I ring?\"

\"The telephone is quicker,\" said Miss Priestley. She took down the receiver, and said in the same cold toneless voice: \"Please ask Mr. Jarboe to come to the Commodore's office for a moment.\"

While we waited for Jarboe, Mme. Storey lit a cigarette. Miss Priestley declined one. My employer sauntered about the room making polite conversation. But I knew


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