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’DoesMr。Wingfleldlivehere？’Isaid，pointingupthepath，andmybreathcamequickasIasked。
’Mr。Wingfield，sir，Mr。Wingfield，whichofthem？’heanswered。
’Theoldgentlemanhe’sbeendeadnighupontwentyyears。
IhelpedtodighisgraveinthechancelofyonderchurchIdid，welaidhimbyhiswife——herthatwasmurdered。