CHAPTER VI.—AN OLD DOG FOR THE TRAIL.FROM the very moment Larose first set eyes on Hardacre, or Clement Hatherleigh as he was now known, he was strongly of opinion that if he could unearth any reason for causing him to have regarded Dr. Monk as his enemy, then no one would better fill the bill of murderer of the dead man than he.
The star poker player of the Norwich County Club looked the embodiment of determination and courage and one who, to attain his ends, would embark with no hesitation at all upon any seemingly reckless adventure. He would have no shred of remorse, either, for any wrong he had done, and, once having rendered himself safe from discovery, would dismiss the whole thing from his mind as a matter of no consequence. His conscience would never trouble him.
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