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As I looked at the deep-set windows and the long sweep of the dull-coloured, water-lapped front, I felt that no more fitting scene could be set for such a tragedy.

It was a good-sized hammer which had been lying on the rug in front of the fireplace—a substantial, workmanlike hammer.

Lying across his chest was a curious weapon, a shotgun with the barrel sawed off a foot in front of the triggers.

“You sat in front of his writing desk?”