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golden curls
avenger
tall he was
wrap up
murder
wet from the press
hot over the aerial
daisy (the heroine's name)
he's killed another fair girl
no more peroxide for yours truly
safety first, dearie
crime
the seventh successive tuesday murder occurred on embankment early this evening.
victim was again fairhaired girl.
paper bearing triangle once more found on body.
a lot of use you police are, joe
letting him get away every time.
daughter
i am keen on golden hair myself, same as the avenger is.
would two pounds ten a week be too much ,sir?
here's a month in advance.
l know it looks ugly, but they got on my nerves.
anyway, i am glad he is not ken on the girls.
the lodger made himself agreeable.
i well get you yet.
they have put me on the avenger case.
i am extra-waiter at a dinner party to-night.
you should lock that money up, sir, it is tempting providence.
providence is concerned with sterner things than money, mrs. bunting.
a brand new pair of bracelets for the avenger.
shan't
when l have put a rope round the avenger's neck i'll put a ring round daisy's finger.
does this lodger of yours mean any harm to daisy?
sort
the way that fiend did her in-
l was silly enough to be scared by a mouse.
that was no excuse for you to take hold of her.
if i am disturbed like this again, i shall have to go elsewhere.
sorry i lost my temper, daisy, but there's something about him i can't stand.
he went out latr last night while you were waiting at that dinner and half-an-hour later he came creeping back, as if he did not want to be heard.
chief, one can see they have been moving steadily in a certain direction.
i can't have my daughter receiving presents from strangers.
damn you
argue
exactly
victim
judge
i arrest you on a charge of murder.
he's innocent
lamp
that was my sister's portrait. we were dancing together at her coming-out ball.
my mother never recovered from the shock. before she died.
swear to me, my son. you will not rest until the avenger has been brought to justice.
since than i have been tracking him down. every week he moved nearer to your street.
you're shivering keep your handcuffs hidden and we'll get some brandy.
dearie
be taken red-handed
tear him to pieces
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