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"Is your name Patrick Mahon? It is?"
" By strange coincidence, a thunderstorm had been brewing when Mahon, doing
His grisly work, was dealing with the most grisly job of all--the head
The woman's head. He had severed it from the trunk, built a huge fire in
The sitting room, placed her head upon it, then (I owe a debt here to
Edgar Wallace, who edited the transcript of the Mahon trial), then the
Storm broke with a violent flash of lightning and an appalling crash of
Thunder. As the head of Emily Kaye lay upon the coals, the dead eyes
Opened, and Mahon fled out to the deserted shore. When he nerved himself
To return, the fire had done its work. The head was never found... "
" You lost your head. And having lost your head, you left the lady's body
In the bungalow. Is that right? Yes? "
"Do you mean you wanted to go on having connection with her?"
