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Again, as before in Hall, he was tempted to rise and cry out: "I have killed Carfax.

I have killed Carfax.

What of all your theories now ?" That trembling ass, Bunning, singing now at the top of his voice, shaking with the fervour of it, let him know that he had brought a murderer to the sacred gathering--again Olva had to concentrate all his mind, his force, his power upon the conquest of his nerves.