The Man Who Died-2

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I was getting to like the little chap. His jaw had shut like a rattrap, and there was the fire of battle in his gimlety eyes. If he was spinning me a yarn he could act up to it. “Where did you find out this story?” I asked. “I got the first hint in an inn on the Achensee in Tyrol. That set me inquiring, and I collected my other clues in a fur-shop in the Galician quarter of Buda, in a Strangers’ Club in Vienna, and in a little bookshop off the Racknitzstrasse in Leipzig. I completed my evidence ten days ago in Paris. I can’t tell you the details now, for it’s something of a history. When I was quite sure in my own mind I judged it my business to disappear, and I reached this city by a mighty queer circuit. I left Paris a dandified young French-American, and I sailed from Hamburg a Jew di

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