RANSVESTIA

She sat quietly during the rest of the cab ride to the club, her haunting eyes fixed in a trance-like gaze into the evening fog. Upon our arrival I spied Inspector Lestrade and several of his constables in plain dress secreted about the street. Olivia led us rapidly through the series of locked doors and up the stairs to the final locked door. As before she unlocked this door and sounded the series of raps which were replied as before. The door opened and the same blonde woman greeted us.

"Good evening, Olivia, Dr. Watson, do come in, you seem to be the first to arrive," Diane welcomed us.

She closed the door and refastened the inner latch. She stepped into the main room and took a seat. Olivia and I followed; as we enetered the room Olivia suddenly spoke out.

"Hold your revolver close on her Doctor, she is a crafty and cold blooded killer."

I was startled at this pronouncement, but held my revolver fast on her.

"What is the meaning of this?" Diane demanded.

Olivia did not answer immediately, but went first and unlatched the door admitting Inspector Lestrade and his men.

"Who are these men, what is this about?" Diane further protested as the Inspector's men surrounded her and Lestrade handcuffed her.

"Come now Diane, you should be the least surprised person in this room," Olivia retorted. "You are under arrest for the murder of Adrian and the three young London noblemen."

"Certainly this must be some cruel prank. What proof have you to make such accusations?" the blonde demanded.

"The proof is all clear," Olivia stated. "The blow which killed Adrian was struck from behind, apparently by someone she knew as there was no sign of forced entry or struggle. The blow was such as when delivered from behind, it could only have been struck by a left handed person. You, Diane, are left handed. The murderer stepped

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