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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: altered. Our little circle, intact until now, was broken. We
were no longer onlookers who saw a battle passing around them.
We were the center of action. Of course, there was no time then
to voice such an idea. My mind seemed able to hold only one
thought: that Halsey had been foully dealt with, and that every
minute lost might be fatal.
Mr. Jamieson came back about eight o'clock the next morning: he
was covered with mud, and his hat was gone. Altogether, we were
a sad-looking trio that gathered around a breakfast that no one
could eat. Over a cup of black coffee the detective told us what
he had learned of Halsey's movements the night before.
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