
Silhouetted around the table, tense with anticipation, were seated six shadowy figures. They were involved in a seance...
The table began to rock violently and, gradually, began to form the words: "Captain Trevelyan...Dead" and then, much more slowly this time, " M-u-r-d-e-r"
Only a few miles away, Captain Trevelyan knew nothing of the strange seance at Sittaford...
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