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"Northborough, August 18, 189--.
"MR. LANGHAM, Sir,
"I here as you are on the tracks of them that murdered Alexander
Minchin, if you want to know of them that had a Reason for doing it
I can give you the straight Tip.
"I have been out to your place to-night, but you are only due home
to-morrow night, therefore I will be your way again to-morrow
night, but will only come to the cross-roads as your old girl look
suspichious last night and this is on the strickt Q.T.
"Till to-morrow night then at the cross-roads near your place, from
nine to ten to-morrow night, when you will here of something to
your advantage.
"Believe your's faithly,
"JOHN WILLIAM ABEL."
Langholm could not guess who this man Abel might be, but idly imagined
him one of the innumerable drinking drones who stood about the street
corners of Northborough from morning till night throughout the year.
This one had more information than the common run, with perhaps more
cunning and ingenuity to boot. Langholm deemed it discreet not to
mention the matter to his dear "old girl" of disrespectful reference,
who served him an excellent supper at eight o'clock.
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