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The Missing Bridegroom
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ashes and crumbling cigarette stubs. I caught a curious flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Mr. Endicott must have been something of a smoker, wasn't he?" she asked, as though mentioning a self-evident fact.

"On the contrary, he was not!" retorted Mr. Van Sutton.

"Good!" she cried so heartily that we both stared at her. As she returned the trays, her abstraction vanished. I even caught the fragment of a tune under her breath when she threw open the door of the roomy closet at the other side of the room. It was Schumann's "Traumerei."

A man's light grey street suit was hanging from the row of clothes hooks on the wall. On the floor, a pair of shoes had been tossed. It did not need our host's terse comment to tell us that they belonged to Norris Endicott.

"You will find nothing there, Miss Mack," he volunteered. "The police have had the pockets inside out half a dozen times!"

A cry from Madelyn interrupted him. She had passed the suit with a shrug and had seized the discarded shoes.

"What is it?" Mr. Van Sutton demanded, pressing forward.

Madelyn tossed the shoes back to the floor. Closing the door, she stood tapping her jade brace-

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