| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1650 |
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usual. At first he paid no particular attention to the fact, but when night merged into morning and the light still remained, his curiosity was aroused. He knocked at the door, but no one came in answer, and no sound disturbed the deathlike stillness that reigned within. The door was locked, but he was not able to tell whether it had been closed from the inside or outside, because it had a spring latch. The office window was low down, but it was not possible to see in because the back of the glass had been painted. The constable thought that the most probable explanation of the mystery was that whoever had been there earlier in the evening had forgotten to turn out the light when they went away; it was not likely that thieves or anyone who had no business to be there would advertise their presence by lighting the gas. |
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