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| I think I already found the tall man who killed the prince and hopefully tomorrow we will find the Limping Doctor. | |
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| The footprints at the crime scene I could tell that of the two men in the room, one was very tall ad this was the Mr. Vernet we had just met. The other had a limp, and from the skill which I think eviscerated the prince, must have been a doctor. | |
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