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(Continued from last week)
-me fitst thing I set myself to as
certain was—what was the motive for
this murder of Captain Gunner? And,
after thinking it over and making
every possible inquiry, I decided that
there was no motive. Therefore, there
was no murder. It was like an elemen
tary sum.”
Mr. Snyder’s mouth opened, and he
apparently intended to speak, but he
changed his mind and Oakes pro
ceeded :
“I then tested the suicide theory.
What motive was there for suicide?
There was no motive. Therefore, there
was no suicide.”
This time Mr. Snyder spoke.
“Say, ray boy, you haven’t been
spending the last few days in the
wrong house by any chance, have you?
You will be telling me next time there
wasn’t any dead man.”
Oakes smiled.
‘‘Not at all. Captain John Gunner
was dead as mutton, and, as the medi
cal evidence proved, he died of the
bite of a krait.”
Mr. Snyder shrugged his shoulders.
‘‘Go on,” he said. “It’s your story.
I’m listening.”
“Well, I won’t keep you long. Captain
Gunner died from snake-bite for the
very excellent reason that he was bit
ten by a snake.”
“Bitten by a snake?”
“By a krait. If you want further
details, by a krait which came from
Java.”
Mr. Snyder stared at him.
“How do you know?”
“I do know.”
“Did you see the snake?”
“No.”
“Then how—■”*
“I have enough evidence to make
a jury convict Mr. Snake without leav
ing the box.”
“How did the snake get out of the
room?”
“By the window.”
“How do you make that out? ’You
say yourself that the window was high
up.’
“Nevertheless, it got out by the win
dow. It’s the logical sequence of
events. That’s proof enough that It
was in the room. It killed Captain
Gunner there. And that’s proof enough
that it got out of the room, because
it left traces of its presence outside.
Therefore, as the windbW wffs the only
exit, it must have gone out that way.
It may have climbed or it may have
Jumped, but it got out of the window.”
“What do you mean—proofs of its
presence outside?”
“It killed a dog.” /
“Hello! This Is new. You didn’t men
tion that before.”
“No.”
“How do you know it killed the
dog?”
“Because analysis proved that it
iiad died from snake-bite.”
“Where was it?”
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“There is a sort of back-yard be
hind the house. The window of Cap
tain Gunner’s room looks out Into it.
It is fall of boxes and litter of all
sorts, and there are a few stunted
shrubs scattered about. In fact, there
is enough cover to hide any small ob
ject like the body of a dog, aud that’s
why it was not discovered at first.
“Katie, the maid-of-all-work at the
Excelsior, came on it the morning
after I had sent you my report, while
she was emptying a box of ashes in
the yard. Nobody claimed the do^.
It was just an ordinary mutt dog.
don’t suppose it belonged to anybody.
It had no collar.”
“It was fortunate you happened to
think of having the analysis made.”
“Not at all. It was the obvious thing
to do. It constituted a coincidence,
and I was on the lookout ’ for that
sort of coincidence. It supported my
theory.
“Well, as I say, the analyst examined
the body, and found that the dog had
died of the bite of a krait.”
“But you didn’t find the snake?”
“No. We cleaned out that yard till
you could have eaten your breakfast
there, but the snake had gone.”
I “Good Heavens! Is it wandering at
large along the water-front?”
“We’ll hope It has been killed. It
is not o pleasant thing to have about
the streets. It must have got out
through the door of the yard, which
was open. But it is a couple of days
now since it escaped, and there has
been no further tragedy, so I guess it’s
dead. The nights are pretty cold now,
and it would probably have died of
exposure. Anyway, lei’s hope so.”
“But, for goodness’ sake, how did
a krait get to Long Island, anyway?”
“There ip a very simple explanation
of that, Can’t yod guess it? I told you
it came from Java.”
“How do you know that?”
“Captain Muller told me. Not di
rectly, I mean. I gathered it from what
he said. It seems that Captain Muller
had a friend, an old shipmate, llviug
In Java. They corresponded, and oc
casionally this man sends the captain
a present as a mark 6f his esteem.
The last present he sent him was ouf
friend, the snake.”
“What?”
“He didn’t know he was sending it.
He imagiued he was sending a crate
of bananas, without any extras. Un
fortunately, the snake must have got
in unnoticed. These unsuspected ad
ditions to crates of bananas are quite
common. You must have read about
them in the papers. It was only the
other day that a man found a taran
tula inside one.
“Well, that’s ray case against Mr.
Sna}ce, and, short of catching him with
the / goods, I don’t see how I could
have made out a stronger one. Don’t
you agree with me?”
It went against the grain of Mr.
Snyder to play the role of admiring
friend to his assistant’s Triumphant
Detective, but he was a fair-minded
man, and he was forced to admit that
Oakes did certainly seem to have
solved the Insoluble.
“I congratulate you, ray boy,” he
said as heartily as he could. “I’m
bound to say when you started out I
didn’t think you could do It. It looked
to me like one of those cases we fall
on, and keep mighty quiet about when
we are printing our reminiscences.
You are a wonder.”
“Not at all. I merely used what
wits God has given me, and refused to
jte led down blind alleys. And you
(OBBt admit, Mr. Snyder, that I won
Wmm0i Without the amateur assist-
Pickett, which you rec-
IMM/Ki strongly.”
Hft-tflPyaer looked embarrassed.
^jfcat was Just a little joke, my
boyTHow did you leave the old lady?
I guess she was pleased?”
“She didn’t show It. She’s only
half alive, that woman. She hasn’t
sense enough to be pleased at any
thing. However, she has invited me
to dine tonight In her private room,
which, I suppose, is an honor. It cer
tainly will be a bore. Still, I accepted.
She made such a point of it.”
CHAPTER VI.
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Loans made without delay.
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■S3I1I0 IVdlONIHd 3Hi T1V Nl S3H3NVH6
Mrs. Pickett Takes a Hand.
For some time after Oakes bad
gone, Mr. Snyder sat smoking and
thinking. His meditations were not
altogether pleasant. Oakes, he felt,
after this would be unbearable as a
man, and, what was worse from a
professional view-point, of greatly di
minished value as a servant of the
agency.
To a temperament like Oakes’, a
spectacular success at such an early
stage In his career would he disas
trous.
Oakes as a detective—and, perhaps,
as a man, too—was In the schoolboy
stage. He was being educated. What
he most needed at this point In his
education was a failure which should
keep his self-confidence tH check.
That he should have sueeeeded so
awlftly and brilliantly .In this matter
of the death of Captain Ounner was
nothing less than a disaster.
To Mr. Snyder, meditating thns,
there was brought the card of a caller.
Mrs. Pickett would He glad if he could
epare a few moments.
Mf. Snyder was glad to see Mrs.
Pickett. He was a student of charac
ter, and she had Interested him at
their first meeting.
She fell into none of the groups Into
which he divided his fellow men and
women. There was something about
her which had seemed to him unique.
He welcomed hid second chance of
studying her at close range. She
puzzled Mr. Snyder, and when any one
or anything puzzled him, he liked to
keep tyn», her, or It under observation.
SW^came in hod sat down stiffly,
taltaiftidg. herself on the extreme edge
of the chair In which • short while
before young Mr. Oakes had Lounged
so luxuriously.
Her hands were folded on her lap,
and her eyes had the penetrating stare
which in the early periods of the in
vestigation had disconcerted Elliott
Oakes. She gave Mr. Snyder, an ex
pert in the difficult art of weighing
people up, a- extraordinary impres
sion of reserved force.
“Sit down, Mrs. Pickett,” said Mr.
Snyder genially. “Very glad you looked
In, Well, so It wasn’t murder, nfter
all.”
“Sir?”
“I’ve just been seclngTlr. Oakes,”
explained the detective. “He has told
me all about It”
“He ol me all about It,” said Mrs.
Picket, dryly.
Mr. Snyder looked at her Inquiring
ly. Her manner seemed more sug
gestive than her words.
"A conceited, headstrong young
fool," said Mrs. Pickett.
It was no hew picture of his assist
ant that she hud drawn. Mr. Snyder
had often drawn it himself, but at
the present juncture It surprised him.
Oakes, in Ills hour of triumph, surely
did not deserve this sweeping con
demnation.
“Did not Mrs Oakes’ solution of the
mystery satisfy you, Mrs. Pickett?”
“No.’
“It struck me as logical and con
vincing."
“You may call it all the fancy
names you please, Mr. Snyder; but It
was not the right one."
“Have you an alternative to ot
ter?”
“Yes.”
'Y should like to hear It."
“At the proper time you shall."
“What makes you so certain that
Mr. Oakes Is wrong?”
“He takes for granted what Isn't
possible, and makes his whole case
stand on it. There couldn’t have been
a snake In that room, because it.
couldn't have got out. The window
was too high."
“But surely the evidence of the dead
dog?"
Mrs. Pickett looked at him as if he
had disappointed her.
“I had always hear’ you spoken
of as a man with common sense, Mr.
Snyder.”
“I have always tried to use com
mon sense.”
“Then why r.rt* you trying now tQ
make yourself believe that something
happened wMch could not possibly
have happened just because It fits In
with something which isn’t easy to
explain?”
“You mean that there Is another
explanation of the dead dog?”
“Not another. Mr. Oakes’ Is not an
explanation. But there Is an explana
tion. and if he had not been so head
strong and conceited he might have
found it.”
“You speak as if yon had found
it.”
“I have.”
Mr. Snyder stared.
•You have!”
“Yes.”
“What Is it?”
“You shall hear when I qjb ready
to tell you. Iu the meantHMEPly and
think It out for yourself ■'& great
detective agency like yottjlfftfc, Sny
der, ought to do somethftiptt*TGttirn
for a fee.”
There was something aft feminis-
cent of the school-teacher
Ing a recalcitrant urchin tl
der’s sense of humor came
cus,
“Well, we do our best,
ett. We are only human. At
ber, we guarantee nothings
employs us at its own rli
Mrs. Pickett did not pu;
ject. She waited grimly fife it Atd
finished speaking, and then fiMfltoftpd
to astonish Mr. Snyder StiB iolflfe
by asking him to swear out a wftflfcnt
for arrest on a charge of murder.
Mr. Snyder’s breath was not often
taken away in his own office; as a
rule, he received his clients’ commu
nications, strange as they often were,
calmly.
But at her words he gasped. The
thought crossed his mind that Mrs.
Pickett was not quite sane.
The details of the case were fresh
in his memory, and he distinctly recol
lected that the person she mentioned
had been away from the boarding
house pn the* night of Captain Gun
ner’s death, and, he imagined, could,
if necessary bring witnesses to prove
as much.
Mrs. Pickett was regarding him
with an unfaltering stare. To all,out
ward appearances she was sane.
“But you can’t swear out warrants
without evidence.”
“I have evidence.”
“What is it?”
“If I told you now, you would think
that I was out of my mind.”
“But, ray dear madam, do yoq
realize what you are asking me to dot
I cannot make this agency responsibly
for the casual arrest of people In this
way. It might ruin me. At the least
It wonld make me a laughing-stock.*!
“Mr. Snyder, listen to me. You shall
use your own judgment whether or
not to make the arrest on that war*
rant You shall hear what I have to
say, and you shall see for yourself
how it Is taken. If after that you
feel that you cannot make the arrest
you need do nothing.”
Her voice rose. For the first time
since they met she began to throw
off the stony calm which served to
mask all her thoughts and emotion*.
“I know who killed Captain Gun
ner. I can prove It. I knew it from
the beginning. It was like a vision*
Something told me. But I had no proof.
Now, things have come to light, and
everything is dear.”
Against Ms Judgment llr. Sagder
was Impressed. This woman bad the
magnetism which makes for persua
siveness. He wavered.
“It—it sounds incredible”
Even ns he spoke he remembered
that it had long been a professional
maxim of his that nothing was iucred-
ible, and he weakened still further.
“Mr. Snyder, 1 ask you to swear out
that warrant.”
The detective gave in.
“Very well.”
Mrs. Pickett rose.
“If you will come and dine at my
house tonight, ( think I can prove to
you that it will oe needed. Will you
come?”
'Til come,” said Mr. Snyder.
CHAPTER VII.
The Solution.
When Mr. Snyder arrived at the
Excelsior, and was shown , Into the
little private sitting-room where the
proprietress held her court on the
rare occasions when she entertained,
he found Oakes already there. Oakes
was surprised.
“What—are you invited, too? Say I
guess this is her idea of winding up
the case formally. A sort of old-hotne-
week celebration for all concerned.”
Oakes laughed.
“Well, all I can say Is that I hope
there won’t be another case of poi
soning at the Excelsior In the papers
tomorrow. A woman like our hostess
Is certain to provide some special
home-made wine for an occasion. We
ought to have had the doctor wait out
side with antidotes.”
Mr. Snyder did not reply.
It struck Oakes that his employer
was preoccupied and nervous. He
would have Inquired into this unusual
frame of mind, but at that moment i
the third guest of the evening entered.,
Mr. Snyder looked curiously at the '
newcomer. The big German had a j
morbid interest for film. Many years !
In the exercise of a profession which j
tends to rob its votaries of sentiment i
had toughened Mr. Snyder, but there)
was something unusual about the
present circumstances which struck
home to his imagination.
He was not used to this furtive ]
work. Till now he had met his man j
in the open as an enemy, and it struck I
him as an unpleasantly gruesome |
touch that he must presently sit at
meat with one whom it might be his ;
task to send to the electric chair.
He wished Mrs. Pickett could have
arranged things otherwise; but she
was his employer, and when on duty
In the service of an employer Mr.
Snyder was wont to sink his personal
feelings.
Captain Muller, the German, was an
interesting study to one in the de
tective's peculiar position.
It was not Mr. Snyder’s habit to
trust overmuch to appearances, but
be could not help admitting that there
was something about this man’s as
pect which brought Mrs. Pickett’s
charges out of the realm of the fan
tastic Into that of the possible.
Here, to a student of men like Mr.
Snyder, was obviously a man with
something on his mind. That that
something need not necessarily be
murder, or any crime whatsoever, the
detective admitted.
But under the circumstances the
fact that Captain Muller was In a
highly nervous condition was worthy
of notice If nothing more.
There was something odd—an un
natural gloom—about the man. He
bore himself like one carrying a heavy
burden. His eyes were dull, his face
haggard.
The next moment the detective was
reproaching himself with allowing his
imagination to run away with his
calmer judgment. It mortified him to
think that he was permitting himself
to be carried away by a train of
thought* precisely as Oakes would
have been.
Nevertheless, whether it was a real
oddness or whether Mrs. Pickett’s
words had overstimulated his fancy,
there certainly did seem something
odd about the German.
Mr. Snyder disposed himself to
watch events.
At this moment Oakes gave evi
dence that he, too, had been struck by
the expression of the other’s face.
“You’re not looking well, captain,”
he said.
Th* German raised his heavy eyes.
“I do not sleep goot.”
The door opened and Mrs. Pickett
came in.
To Mr. Snyder one of the most re
markable points about the meal, which
for the rest of his life had a place of
Its own in his memory, was the pe
culiar metamorphosis of Mrs. Pickett
from the brooding, silent woman he
had kno^n to the polished hostess.
Oakes, who had dealt with her, in
ber official capacity of owner and man
ager of the boarding house; was
patently struck by the change. Mr.
Snyder found himself speculating as
to the early history of this curious old
woman who was so very much at ease
at the head of her own table.
Oakes, that buoyant soul, was un
able to keep bis surprise to himself.
He had come prepared to steel his
stomach against home-made wine, ab
sorbed in grim silence, and he found
himself opposite a bottle of cham
pagne of a brand and year which com
manded his utmost respect, and a
pleasant old lady wboad only aim
seemed to be to make him feel at
home.
Beside each of the guests* plates
was a neat paper parcel. He picked
his up.
“Why, ma’am, this Is princely I
Souvenirs! I call this very handsome
of you, Mrs. Pickett!”
. “Yes, that is a souvenir, Mr. Bur
ton* I am find you am pleased,*
“Pleased! f am overwhelmed,
ma’am t”
“You must not think of me simply
as the keeper of a boarding house, Mr
Burton. I am an ambitious hostess.
I do not often give these little par
ties, but when I do 1 like to do my best
to make them a success. I want each
of you to remember this dinner of
mine.”
‘Tm sure I shall.”
Mrs. Pickett smiled.
“I think you all will. You, Mr. Sny
der.” She paused. “And you, Captain
Muller.”
To Mr. Snyder there was so much
meaning In her voice a* she said this
that he was amazed that it conveyed
no warning to the German.
Captain Muller, however, was al
ready drinking heavily. He looked
up when addressed and uttered a
sound which might have been taken
for an expression of polite acquies
cence. Then he filled his glass again.
Mr. Snyder, eyeing his hostess with
a tense watchfulness which told him
that his nerves were strung to their
utmost, fancied that her eyes gleamed
for an instant with sinister light.
It faded next moment, as she turned
to speak to Oakes, who was still fin
gering his parcel with th$ restless cu
riosity of a boy.
“Do we open these, ma’am?**
“Not yet, Mr. Burton.’*
“I’m wondering what mine is.**
“I hope it will npt be a disappoint
ment to you.**
A sense of the strangeness of the
situation came over Mr. Snyder with
renewed force as the meal progressed.
He looked round the table and won
dered If an odder quartet had ever
been assembled.
Oakes, his fears that the dullness of
this dinner-party would eclipse the
dullness of all other dinnerparties in
his experience, miraculously relieved,
was at peace with all men. He was
In high spirits and waxed garrulous
over his wlue.
Mr. Snyder could read his mind eas
ily enough. It was when he attempted
to guess at the thoughts of his hostess
and the German that he was baffled.
What was that heavy man with the
dull eyes thinking of as he drained and
refilled his glass? And the old woman?
She had slipped back, once the party
bad begun to progress smoothly, into
something of her former grim man
ner, and conversation at table had
practically developed into a mono
logue on the part of the unconscious
Oakes.
As for Mr. Snyder himself, he felt
mysteriously deprived of his usual
healthy appetite and simultaneously
of the easy geniality which distin
guished him. He snt and crumbled
bread, nervously watchful.
Oakes jplcked up his souvenir again.
He had been fiddling with it at inter
vals for the past quarter of an hour.
“Surely now, ma’am?”, he said plain
tively.
“I did not want them opened till
after dinner,” said Mrs. Pickett. “But
just as you please.”
Oakes tore the wrkpper eagerly. He
produced a little silver match-box.
“Thank you kindly, ma’am,” he
said. "Just what I have always
. wanted.”
Mr. / Snyder’s parcel revealed a
watch-charm fashioned in the shape
of a dark lantern,
“That,” said Mrs. Pickett, “Is a com
pliment to your profession.” She
leaned toward the German. “Mr. Sny
der Is a detective, Captain Muller.” •'
The German looked up.
It seemed to Mr. Snyder that a loo*
of fear lit up* his heavy eyes for an
IttBtaift. It came and went, if ipdeed
it came at all, so swiftly that he could
n9t . be certain.
M, “9o?” said Captain Muller.
He spoke quite eVenly, with just
amount of interest which such an an
nouncement would naturally produce;
but Mr. Snyder wus conscious of a
return of his old feeling of distrust
for the man.
He had been fighting against this
all the evening, for he had a profes
sional horror of approaching any case
In a biased frame of mind. He was
.trying his hardest not to prejudge this
suspect, but he found himself waver
ing.
“Now for yours, captain,” said
Oakes. “.I guess it’s something special.
It’s twice the size of mine, anyway."
It may have been something in the
old woman’s expression as she watched
the German slowly tearing the paper
that sent a thrill of excitement through
Mr. Snyder.
Something seemed to warn him of
the approach of the psychological mo
ment He bent forward eagerly. Un
der the table his hands were clutching
his knees in a bruising grip.
There was a strangled gasp, a clat
ter, and onto the table from the Ger
man’s hands there fell a little har
monica.
In the silence which followed all
the suspicion which Mr. Snyder had
been so sedulously keeping In check
burst Its bounds.
There was no mistaking the look on
the German's face now. His cheeks
were like wax, and bis eyes, so doll
till then; blazed with a panic and hor
ror which he could not repress. The
glusses on the table rocked as he
clutched at the cloth.
Mrs. Pickett spoke.
“Why, Captain. Muller, has It up
set you? I thought that as his best
friend, the man who shared his- room,,
you would value a memanto of Cap
tain Gunner. How fond yob must have-,
been of him for the sight of his
harinouica to be such a shock.”
The German did not speak. He was
st.iring fascinated at the thing on the
table. • ( .
Mrs. Pickett turned to Me. Snyder.
Her eyes, as thoy met his, were the
ayes of a fanatic. They held Ml*
“Mr. Snyder, as a detective, yod
will be Interested In a curious affair
which happened in this house a feW
days ago. On$ Of my hoarders, Ofcp-
tain Gunner, was found 'dead in his
room—the room which he shared with
Captain Muller.
T am very proud of the reputation
of my house, Mr. Snyder, and it wafi
a blow to me that this should havn
happened.
'I applied to an agency for a de
tective, and they sent me a stupid bOy»
with nothing to recommend him MC*
cept his belief in himself. He said
that Captain Gunner hud died by ac
cident, killed by a snake which had
come out of a crate of bananas* X
knew better.
I knew that Captain Gunner had<
been murdered.
Are you listening, Captain Muller?
This will interest you, as you wefft
such a friend of his.”
The German did not answer. Hd
was staring straight before him, as Mf
he saw something Invisible I to otheS
eyes. .
Yesterday we found the body of.
a dog. It had been killed, as Captain
Gunner hud been, by the poison of ft
snake. *
‘The boy from the detective agency
said that this was conclusive—that
the snake had escaped from the room
after killing Captain Gunner and kill
ed the dog. I knew that was impossible,
for, if there had been a snake in that
room it could not have got out.
“It was not a snake that killed Cap*
tain Gunner; it was a cat.
“Captain Gunner had a friend. Thlft
man hated him. One day, in openlnf
a crate of bananas, the friend found
a snake and killed it. He took out thft
poison.
“He knew Captain Gunner’s habits;
he knew that he played a harmonica*
“This man had a cat. He knew that
cats hated the sound of the har
monica. He had often seen this par
ticular cat fly at Captain Gunner and
scratch him when he played.
“He took the cat and covered it®
claws with the poison. And then h#
left it in the room with Captain (tan
ner. He knew what wonld happen.**
Oakes and Mr. Snyder were on theif
feet. The German had not moved. Ho
sat there, his fingers gripping the
cloth.
Mrs. Pickett rose and went ft
closet. She unlocked the door.
"Kitty!” she called. “Kitty! Kitty I*
A black cat ran swiftly out into thft
room.
With a clatter of crockery and ft
ringiog of glass the table heaved,
rocked, and overturned as the German
staggered to his feet. He threw Up ftUl
hands as if to ward something off* A
choking cry came from his lips.
“Gott! Gott!"
Mrs. Pickett’s voice rang through thft
room, coin ana rm»ii*;
“Captain Muller, you murdered Cap*
tain Gunner!”
The German shuddered. Then Mto
chanically he replied:
“Gott! Yes, I killed him”
“You heard, Mr. Snyder,” said Kfftt
Pickett. “He has confessed baCNi
witnesses. Take him away.”
The German allowed himself tft Mi
moved cowara tne door. His arm III
Mr. Snyder’s grip felt limp and Bffc*
less.
Mrs. Pickett stooped and took some
thing from the debris on the floor, ffftV
rose, holding the harmonica.
“You are forgetting your souvenir.
Captain Muller,” she said.
(THE END.)
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Quick liprotiMit Is Noted After A Ftv
Doses of ZIRON Iron Toole.
Increase in appetite, the coming tack
of strength, disappearance of headaches
ana other ills, are a few of the many
good results obtained from the use Of d
hew remedy (Ziron Iron Tonic).
Mr. Sim Grimsley, of Cordele, Qt>,
tried Ziron and has this to say:
“When 1 began to take Ziron, it seemed
t h at my whole system was run-down,
but soon after I began to take Zlroo, I
could eat more each day and would leel
a great deal better. Ever since it seettll
that my health has been improving, at I
seldom have the headache or feel tad
the least bit.”
Ziron is a new scientific combination
of pure medicinal inorganic Iron, com
bined with phosphorus, the active prin
ciple of nux vomica and the hypophoc*
phites of lim and soda. It will help tt
add motored corpuscles to your blond,
resulting in more color in yourcheehn-*
more vitality in your system.
Try Zlroo today; on the money-tack
guamatee. «...
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city.
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