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He had died from orosin, no doubt administered by someone in De Gex's pay. Then almost before the will could be proved in the girl's favour, Señor Serrano learned that the girl herself had died in England.
"That's it, sir," he said. "But what is the mystery about this young lady? You said you knew Mr. De Gex, and yet you wanted to look over the house." "Yes," I responded with a laugh. "I have my own object to clear up the mystery of Mr. De Gex's niece." "Well, as far as I know, he has no niece! But you could easily find out, I suppose!" The man was evidently no fool.
"And an Italian doctor named Moroni?" Folcker shook his head, as he replied: "I have no recollection of an Italian doctor. We were in Florence only two weeks." "Of course you know Mr. De Gex's butler, a man named Horton?" I asked. "No, the man I know is named Farmer. I haven't been to Stretton Street for over a year." It would therefore appear that Horton was a new servant.
Whenever I passed along Stretton Street there spread over my mind the strange and inexplicable events of that night when De Gex's man-servant Horton had dashed out after me, and suddenly implored me to see his master. Ah! I saw the amazing cleverness of the whole plot a plot such as could only be conceived by a master brain.
I went about the wonderful city of art collecting information concerning the doctor, where and when I could, because a startling fact had been revealed to me by Robertson, namely, that Moroni was De Gex's medical attendant.
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