The Seven Conundrum
                                            
                            By E. Phillips Oppenheim
                            
                                16 Oct, 2019                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        Brief Extract: Rose said nothing. She was seated in the one chair which went with the portable property, and her head had fallen forward upon her arms, which were stretched upon the deal table. Her hat, a poor little woolen tam-o'-shanter, was pushed
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                                                Brief Extract: Rose said nothing. She was seated in the one chair which went with the portable property, and her head had fallen forward upon her arms, which were stretched upon the deal table. Her hat, a poor little woolen tam-o'-shanter, was pushed back from her head. Her jacket was unfastened. The rain beat down upon the tin roof. Less