The Faded Alibi
The bell rang at four. It was a sharp, metallic shriek. It cut through the fog. It cut through the smell of stale tobacco. It cut through the silence. Silas Vane sat at his desk. He did not move. He held a tin can. It was dented. It was rusted. It held a spoon. The spoon was bent. He looked at the can. He did not blink. The door opened. Captain Halloway walked in. He was tall. He was red-faced....
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