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She was a rather flashily dressed girl, but remarkably good
looking, in spite of the rouge and powder which had long since
spoiled what might otherwise have been a clear and fine
complexion. The roots of her hair showed plainly that it had been
bleached.
Garrick examined the body closely, and more especially the jagged
wound in the breast. I bent over also. It seemed utterly
inexplicable. There was, he soon discovered, a sort of greasy,
oleaginous deposit in the clotted blood of the huge cavity in the
flesh. It interested him, and he studied it carefully for a long
time, without saying a word.
"Some have said she was wounded by some kind of blunt instrument,"
put in the coroner. "Others that she was struck by a car. But it's
my opinion that she was killed by a rifle bullet of some kind,
although what could have become of the bullet is beyond me. I've
probed for it, but it isn't there."
Garrick finished his minute examination of the wound without
passing any comment on it of his own.


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