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“
Aren
’
t
you
and
your
friend
the
big
bugs
?
”
I
was
loath
to
relinquish
my
position
of
importance
.
“
Why
are
you
so
keen
?
”
I
asked
weakly
.
“
And
what
is
it
you
want
to
see
.
”
“
Oh
,
everything
!
The
place
where
it
happened
,
and
the
weapon
,
and
the
body
,
and
any
finger
-
prints
or
interesting
things
like
that
.
I
’
ve
never
had
a
chance
of
being
right
in
on
a
murder
like
this
before
.
It
’
ll
last
me
all
my
life
?
”
I
turned
away
,
sickened
.
What
were
women
coming
to
nowadays
?
The
girl
’
s
ghoulish
excitement
nauseated
me
.
I
had
read
of
the
mobs
of
women
who
besieged
the
law
courts
when
some
wretched
man
was
being
tried
for
his
life
on
the
capital
charge
.
I
had
sometimes
wondered
who
these
women
were
.
Now
I
knew
.
They
were
of
the
likeness
of
Cinderella
,
young
,
yet
obsessed
with
a
yearning
for
morbid
excitement
,
for
sensation
at
any
price
,
without
regard
to
any
decency
or
good
feeling
.
The
vividness
of
the
girl
’
s
beauty
had
attracted
me
in
spite
of
myself
,
yet
at
heart
I
retained
my
first
impression
of
disapproval
and
dislike
.
I
thought
of
my
mother
,
long
since
dead
.
What
would
she
have
said
of
this
strange
modern
product
of
girlhood
?
The
pretty
face
with
the
paint
and
powder
,
and
the
ghoulish
mind
behind
!
“
Come
off
your
high
horse
,
”
said
the
lady
suddenly
.
“
And
don
’
t
give
yourself
airs
.
When
you
got
called
to
this
job
,
did
you
put
your
nose
in
the
air
and
say
it
was
a
nasty
business
,
and
you
wouldn
’
t
be
mixed
up
in
it
?
”
“
No
,
but
—
”
“
If
you
’
d
been
here
on
a
holiday
,
wouldn
’
t
you
be
nosing
round
just
the
same
as
I
am
?
Of
course
you
would
.
”
“
I
’
m
a
man
.
You
’
re
a
woman
.
”
