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Was she acting a part now?
"What do you mean?" she asked tremulously.
"Mrs. Pitts," replied Kennedy quickly, observing still the play of
emotion on her delicate features, "some one, I believe, either
regularly in or employed in this house or who had a ready means of
access to it must have entered that kitchen last night. For what
purpose, I can leave you to judge. But Sam surprised the intruder
there and was killed for his faithfulness."
Her startled look told plainly that though she might have
suspected something of the sort she did not think that any one
else suspected, much less actually perhaps knew it.
"I can't imagine who it could be, unless it might be one of the
servants," she murmured hastily; adding, "and there is none of
them that I have any right to suspect."
She had in a measure regained her composure, and Kennedy felt that
it was no use to pursue the conversation further, perhaps expose
his hand before he was ready to play it.
"That woman is concealing something," remarked Kennedy to me as we
left the house a few minutes later.


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