To this he may have intended to
add some final messages of love and confidence from the man she
had been so ready to forget; but nothing worse. Wallace Pfeiffer
was incapable of anything worse, and if she had only resigned
herself to her seeming fate and consented to see this man -
But to return to fact and leave speculation to the now doubly
wretched Jeffrey.
On the evening of the day which saw our first recognition of this
crime as the work of Veronica Moore, the following notice appeared
in the Star and all the other local journals:
"Any person who positively remembers passing through Waverley
Avenue between N and M Streets on the evening of May the eleventh
at or near the hour of a quarter past seven will confer a favor on
the detective force of the District by communicating the same to F.
at the police headquarters in C street."
I was "F.," and I was soon deep in business. But I was readily
able to identify those who came from curiosity, and as the persons
who had really fulfilled the conditions expressed in my advertisement
were few, an evening and morning's work sufficed to sift the whole
matter down to the one man who could tell me just what I wanted to
know. With this man I went to the major, and as a result we all
met later in the day at Mr.
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