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When, much against his will, Dr. Anthony Mallaby settled down.to a practice in the tiny village of Little Wokeham, the idea that he could ever become a willing accessory to the crime of murder had never penetrated his consciousness. That he, who had always been so law-abiding, should live to see the day when the uniform of a policeman should fill him with indescribable dread, was an absurdity which in that earlier life before the hideous affair occurred he would have dismissed with the ridicule it deserved. Yet the incredible thing had happened. He, Anthony Mallaby, had compounded a crime for which the law of his country prescribed death... |