"
'I felt that my resentment was melting in the music of his words.
'"What caused the fits?" I said. "She talked about being under a
curse. What can it mean?"
'"That," he said, "is too long a story for me to tell you now."
'"I know," said I, "that some time ago the tomb of Mr. Aylwin's
father was violated by some undiscovered miscreant, and I know that
the words Sinfi uttered just now are the words of a curse written by
the dead man on a piece of parchment, and stolen with a jewel from
his tomb. I have seen the parchment itself, and I know the words
well. Her father, Panuel Lovell, is as innocent of the crime of
sacrilege as my poor father was. What could have made her suppose
that she had inherited the curse from her father?"
'"I have no explanation to offer," he said. "As you know so much of
the matter and I know so little, I am inclined to ask you for some
explanation of the puzzle."
'I thought over the matter for a minute, and then I said to him,
"Sinfi Lovell knows Raxton as well as Snowdon, and must have been
very familiar with the crime.
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