An hour later Trooper Stormont was at the Place of Pines.
There was nothing there except an empty trap and the ashes of the dying fire beyond.
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Episode Twelve
Her Highness Intervenes
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Toward noon the wind changed, and about one o'clock it began to snow.
Eve, exhausted, lay on the sofa in her bedroom. Her step-father lay on a table in the dance hall below, covered by a sheet from his own bed. And beside him sat Trooper Stormont, waiting.
It was snowing heavily when Mr. Lyken, the little undertaker from Ghost Lake, arrived with several assistants, a casket, and what he called "swell trimmings."