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That was Saturday night, two weeks after the wreck. The previous five days had been full of swift-following events-the woman in the house next door, the picture in the theater of a man about to leap from the doomed train, the dinner at the Dallases', and Richey's discovery that Alison was the girl in the case. In quick succession had come our visit