Read Ebook: The Mystery of Evelin Delorme: A Hypnotic Story by Paine Albert Bigelow
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They were now within a few feet of each other--the ornamented arch exactly between them. Suddenly Evelin March snatched the dagger from its concealment and raised it aloft to strike. As she did so her rival made precisely the same movement, and something glittered in her hand also. Both took a quick, forward step, and each, at the same instant, struck fiercely with a swinging, downward blow.
A hissing metallic report, a low moan and the sound of a falling body--then silence.
A moment later the hall door burst open for a second time, and in the flood of electric light that poured in, Julian Paul Goetze saw a gray, veiled figure, stretched upon the floor, the gloved hand clasping a jeweled hilt, the blade of which was buried in her bosom. A stream of crimson was discoloring the fabric of her dress, and spreading in a dark pool on the rich carpet.
Rushing forward he caught up the prostrate form and tore away the veil.
The mists of doubt, the shadows of suspicion, and the fever of curiosity that had troubled him during those feverish months, were suddenly swept away. Eva Delorme--Evelin March--one and the same. One body, one soul, one heart; by some strange freak of nature--some wild mental vagary or devilish witchery of which he could not know--made two in life, but only one in death.
Above her was a heavy French-plate mirror, in an ornamented frame, cracked entirely across. From its polished surface the self-aimed, glancing dagger had found its way to the one troubled heart of those two strange lives, and brought to it silence and restfulness forever.
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