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THE swift, tragedy of the winter f tar noon had convulsed tht well-organized repose of Hartley rerrlsh'g household. Nowhere had hla matter grasp at da. UU been seen to better advantage than In the tnsnagement of hla country heme. Over whelmed with work though he constantly wan. accustomed to carry hie buelnesa and often part of hU buatneaa staff to Harking with him for the week-ends, there waa never the least confualon about the houee. The methodical cairn of Har kings was that of a convent But It waa Into a houie In turmoil that Wary Trevert stepped when shs left the drawing room and passed along the corridor to go to her room. Doora slammed and there was the heavy thud of footatepe on the floor above. The glass door leading- Into the tar dea wis open, aa Mary passed It, swinging In the gust of cold rain. In the gardens' without there waa a confused murmur of voices and the flash of lanterns. In the hall a knot of servants were gos-' iping In frightened whispers with a couple 1 of large, rather bovine country constables, who, bareheaded, without their helmets, which they held under their arms, looked curiously undressed. When, about six months before, Mary and her mother had begun to be regular visitors at Uarklngs, Hartley Parrish had insisted on Giving Mary a boudoir to herself. This in response to a chance remark of Mary's in ad miration of a Chinese room she had seen at a friend's house, Parrish had had decorated In the Chinese style, with black walls snd black and gold lacquer furniture. The room had been transformed from a rather prosaic moralqg room with old oak and chintz in the pace of three days as a surprise for Mary. She remembered now how Parrish had left her to make the discovery of the change for herself. She loved color and line, -and ths contrast between this quaint and delightful room with her rather shabby bedroom in her mother's small bouse in B romp ton bad made this surprise one of the most delight, fut she had ever experienced. She rang the bell and sat down listlessly in a charmingly lacquered armchair in front of the log Are blazing brightly In the fire place. She was conscious that a great dis aster had overtaken her, but only dimly conscious. For more poignantly than this dull sense of tragedy she was aware of a great aching at her heart and her thoughts, after hovering over the events of the after noon, settled down upon her talk that after noon ... . already how far off it seemed -. . . with Robin Greve In the library. Robin had always been her hero. She "could sea him now in the glow of the fire as he had been when in the holidays he had , come and snatched her away from a home already drab and difficult for a matinee and an orgie of cream cakes at Gunter's after wards. He was then, a long, slim, handsome . boy of irrepressible spirits and impulsive gen erosity, which usually left him after ths first few days of his holidays in a state pi lamentable impecuniosity. All their lives, if seemed to her, they had been friends, but with a stronger feeling between them until Rqbin, having joined the army on the out break of the war, had come to say good-bye on being ordered to France. But by that time money troubles at home with which, as It seemed to htr, she had been surrounded all her life, had grown so pres sing that, apart from Lady Mary's reiterated counsels, she herself had come to recognize that a suitable marriage was the only way out of their ever-increasing embarrassment. She and Robin, she recalled, with a feeling f relief, had never discussed the matter. He, too, had understood and had sailed for France without seeking to take advantage of the circumstances. And now she was rich. Hartley Parrish's Idea of " proper provision " for her, she knew, meant wealth for her beyond anything she had ever dreamed. The perpetual debasing -struggle with poverty which she and her mother had carried on for years was a thing of the past. Money meant freedom, freedom to live i . . and to love. She stretched her hands out to the blaze. ; Was she free to love? What had driven . Hartley Parrish to suicide? Or who? She went over in her mind her Interview with Robin Greve in the billiard room. He had spoken of other women In connection with Hartley Parrish. Had he used that knowl edge to threaten his rivai? What had Robin done after he had left her that afternoon with his final taunt? A tap came at the door. Bude appeared. "I think you rang, miss," he said, in his quiet, deep voice. " I was with the inspector, buss, and I couldn't come before. Was there anything? . , ." The girl turned in her chair. . ' ""Come in and shut the door, Bude," she aid. " I want to speak to you." The butler obeyed and came over to where he sat - He seemed ill at ease and rather apprehensive. ,. . " Bude," said the girl, I want you to tell me why you were certain that Mr. Greve was going to Mr. Parrish in the library when he passed you In the hall this afternoon?"' The butler smoothed his hands down his trousers in embarrassment. .' " I thought heMr. Greve would be sure to be coing to fetch Mr. Parrish in to tea, . miss . . he replied, eying the girl anxiously. Mary Trevert continued gazing into the fire. "You know It Is a rule in this house, Bude," she said, "that Mr. Parrish is never ' disturbed in the library ... ." Slowly Mary Trevert turned and looked at " the man. ' . Bude," her voice was very calm, " I want you to tell me the truth. Tou know that Mr. Greve went in to Mr. Parrish.. . . Bude looked uneasily about him. - " Oh, miss," he answered almost in a ; Whisper, " whatever are you saying?! . "I want your answer,. Bude." the girl said, coldly. - ' Bude did not speak. He rubbed his hands Up and down his trousers in desperation. " I wish to know why Mr. Parrish did this thing, Bude'. I mean to know. And I think you are keeping something back!" . "Miss Trevert, ma'am," the butler said In a lew voice, " I wouldn't take it upon me to aay anything as would get anybody In this house into trouble. . . "Tou saw Mr. Greve go In to Mr, Far- ' dshf 111 I bIuc Si - I) i I ' yt ' "v t Ml i ' ii . fl A hm com info thm Uung n inttinctifly naliztd that hm had mnttrmd an unfriendly . The butler raised his hands in a quick gesture of denial. - - 1 " God forbid, Miss! " he ejaculated In hor ror. "What, then, do you know that is likely to get anybody here into trouble? " The butler hesitated an instant. Then he spoke. " ThaMnspector Humphries has been ask ing me questions, Miss, in a nasty, sus picious sort o' way. I told him what I told him already, that just after I'd done serving the tea Mr. Greve crossed the hall and went down the library corridor. ..." , " Tou didn't tell him everything, Bude? " . The butler took a step nearer. "O, Miss," he said, lowering his voice, "if you'll pardon my frankness, but I know as how you and Mr. Greve are old friends and I wouldn't take it upon me to tell the police anything as might, . . . . " , : Mary Trever stood up and faced the man. " Bude," said she, " Mr. Parrish was your master, a kind and generous master as he was kind and generous to every one in this house. We must clear up the mystery of his . . . of his death. Neither you nor I nor Mr. Greve nor anybody must stand in the way. Now tell me. the truth!" ', She dropped back into her chair. She gave the order imperiously like the mistress of the house. The. butler, trained through life to receive orders, surrendered. . , " There's nothing much to tell, Miss. When Mr. Humphries asked me if I were the last person to see Mr. Parrish alive I made sure that Mr. Greve would say he had been in to tell him tea was ready. But Mr. Greve, who heard the Inspector's question and ,my an swersaid nothing. So I thought, maybe, he had his reasons and I did not feel exactly as how it was my place. . . ." Mary Trevert tapped with her foot impa tiently. ' ' "But what grounds have you for saying that Mr. Greve went in to Mr. Parrish? Mr. Greve declared quite positively that he went out by the side door and did not go into the library, at all." " But, Miss, I heard him speaking to Mr. Parrish. . - .' ." The girl turned round and the man saw fear in her wide open eyes. -, The butler put his hand on the back of her chair snd leaned forward. ' ' "Better leave things where they are, Miss," he said in a low voice. " Mr. Parrish, I daresay, had Us reasons. He's gone to his last account now. What does it matter why he done it? . V " The man was agitated and in his emotion his carefully studied English was forsaking him. . . . But the girl broke in incisively. ' - " Please explain what you mean! " she commanded. "Why, Miss," replied the butler, "we, know that Mr. Greve had no call, to like Mr. Parrish, seeing how things were between j-ou and the master. . . ." "Tou mean the servants know that Mr. Parrish and I were engaged. , . " .. ' . Bude made deprecatory gesture. " Knom Miss? I wouldn't go so far as to say ' know.' But there has been some talk In the servants' 'all. Miss. Tou know what young female servants are. Miss. . . . " " And you think that Mr. Greve -went to Mr.'Parriah to talk about ... me? " Mary Trevert's voice faltered a little. She looked eagerly at the other's fat. smooth face. " I preeoomed as much, Miss, I must con fess!" " But what did you hear Mr. Greve say? " " I heard nothing, Kiss, except just only the sound of voices. After Mr. Greve had crossed me in the hall I took the salver I was carrying Into the butler's pantry. I stayed there a minute or two and then I remembered I had not collected the letters emmf .. from the box in the hall for the chauffeur to take to the post, the same as he does every evening. I' went back 'to the hall and just as I opened the green baize door I heard voices from the library " Was it Mr. Greve's voice?" I cannot say, Miss. It was Just the sound of voices, rather loud like. I caught the sound because the door leading from the hall . to the library corridor was ajar. Mr. Greve must have forgotten to shut it" "What did you do?" " Well, Miss, I closed the eorridor door. ..." . " Why did you do that? " " Well, Miss, seeing the voices sounded angry-like, I thought perhaps it would be bet ter not to let any one else hear. .... And Mr. Greve looked upset-like when he passed me. He gave me quite a turn, he did, when I saw his face under the hall lamp. ..." 4 " Did you stay there . . . and listen?" Bude drew himself up. "That is not my 'abit, Miss, not 'ere nor in hany of the 'ouscs where I 'ave seen serv ice. ..." The butler broke off. The " h's " were too much for him In his indignation. ..' " I didn't mean to suggest anything under hand," the girl said quickly. "I mean, did you hear any more?" " No, Jkliss. I emptied the letter box and took the letters to the servants' hall." " But," said Mary in a puzzled way, " why do you say it was Mr. Greve if you didn't hear his voice? " Bude spread out his hands in bewilder- ; ment. " Who else should it have been, Miss? Sir Horace and the doctor were in the lounge at . tea. Jay and Robert were in the servants' hall. It could have been nobody else. . . " The girl's head sank slowly on her breast. She was silent. The butler shifted his posi tion. - " Was there anything more, Miss? " he asked after a little while. "There is nothing further, thank you,, Bude," replied Mary. "About Mr. Greve I am sure there must be some mistake. . . he cannot have understood Mr. Humphries' question. I'll ask him about it when I see him. I don't think I should say anything to ; the inspector about It, at any rate not until , I've seen Mr. Greve. Hell probably speak to you about it himself. . . . . " Bude made a motion as though he were going to say something. Then apparently he thought better of it. for he made a little formal bow and in his usual slow and digni fied manner made his exit from the room. ? , The house telephone, standing on the long ' and gracefully designed desk with Its elab- . r orately lacquered top, whirred. Mary started from her reverie in her chair by the fire. By the clock on the mantel shelf she saw that : It was a quarter past eight She remembered that once her mother had knocked at her . door and bidden her come down to dinner. She had refused the Invitation, declined to unlock the door. ' "That you, Mary?" , Robin was speaking. - " May I come up and see you? Or would you rather be left alone? " His firm, pleasant voice greatly comforted her. Only then the realized how greatly she , craved sympathy. But the recollection of ' Bude's story suddenly Interposed itself like a barrier between them. , " Tea, come up," she said. " I want to speak to you" "" Her voice was dispirited, ' "I don't want to see hlra," she told her self aa she replaced the receiver, got up and unlocked the door, "but I must know!" A gentle tap came at the door. Robin came In quickly and crossed to where she stood by the Are. ' , " My dear: " he said, and put out his two hands. . , Her hands were behind her back, the - fingers nervously. Intertwining. 6he kept them there and made no sign that she had , observed his gesture. He looked at her in surprise. ; This has been terrible for you, Mary," he said. " I wish to God I could make you real ., ize how very, very much I feel for you in what you must be going through. , . " The phrase was formal, and he brought It out irresolutely, chilled as he was by her re ception. She was looking at him dispassion ately, her forehead a little puckered, her eyes a trifle hard. "Won't you sit down?" she said. ."There is somthing I wanted to say! " He was looking at her now In a puzzled fashion. With rather feigned deliberation he chose a chair and sat down facing the fire. A lamp on the mantelpiece the only light In the room threw Rs rays on his face. HA chin was set rather more squarely than his wont and his eyes were shining. " Mary," he leaned forward towards her " please forget what I said this afternoon. It was beastly of me. but I hardly knew what I was doing. . . " She made a little gesture as if to wave his apology aside. Then, with her hands clasped in front of her, scanning the nails, she asked, almost casually: " What did you say to Hartley Parrish In the library this afternoon? " , , Robin stared at her In amazement. " But I was not in the library? " he an swered. .. , The girl dropped her hands sharply to her side. " Don't quibble with me, Robin," she said. ," What di you say to Hartley Parrish after' you left me this afternoon In the billiard . . room? " He was still staring at her, but now there was a deep furrow between his brows. He was breathing rather hard. . . . . " I did not speak to Parrish at all after I " left you." His answer was curt and incisive. "Do you mean to tell me," Mary said, " that after you left me and went down the corridor toward the library you neither went . in to Hartley nor spoke to him? " . I do! " "Then how do you account for the fact that almost immediately after you had crossed Bude in the hall he heard the sound of voices in the library?" ' Robin Greve stood up abruptly. t "Bude, you say, makes this statement?". "Certainly!" ' To whom, may I ask? " " He spoke sharply and there was a chal lenging ring in his voice. It nettled the glrL " Only to ms," she said quickly, and added: " Tou needn't think he has told the police! " ; Very deliberately Robin plucked his hand kerchief from his sleeve, wiped his lips, and replaced it. The girl saw that his hands were trembling. ; ' . "Why do you say that to me?" he de manded rather fiercely. Mary Trevert shrugged her shoulders. " This afternoon," she said, " when I told you of my engagement to Hartley you began by abusing him to me. you rushed from the room, making straight for the library, where we all know that Hartley waa working, and a few minutes after Bude hears voices raised . In anger proceeding from there. The next thing we know Is that Hartley has ..." She beoke off and looked away. " Mary "Robin's voice was grave and he -had mastered all-signs of irritation, "you and I have known one another all our lives. Tou ought to know me well enough by now to understand that I don't tell you lies. When I say I haven't seen or spoken to Hartley Parrish since lunch this afternoon, that la the truth!" "How can It be the truth?" the girt in stated. " Horace and Dr. Remain were both in the lounge. Bude waa la the hall, the other men servants were In the servants' hall. Tou are the enly man In the houee : not accounted for and a minute before Bude heard these voices you go down the cor ridor towards the library. I can understand you wanting to keep it from the police, but why do you want to deceive me? " "Mary,' answered ths young man sternly. "I know you're upset, but that's no Justifi cation for persisting In this stupid charge gainst mt. I trtl you I never saw rarrish i or spoke to htm, either, between lunch and when I saw him lying dead In the library. I em not going to repeat the denial, But you may as well underspend now that I am not In tht habit of allowing my friends to doubt my word!" Mary flamed up at his tone. "If you re my friend." she cried, "why ran't ou trust me? Why should I And this out from Bude? Why should I be humiliated by hearing from the butler that be kept this ' evidence from the poliae In order to ple.isi me bacauae you and I are friends? I am only trying to help you, -o shield you . . ." " That will do. Mary," he said. " No, you mutt hear what I have to say. If you inaist en dlnbelleving me, you must. But I don't want you to help me. I don't want you to shield me. I shall make It my businesi to sec that Bude's evidence Is brought before the detective Inspector from Scotland Tard who Is being brought down here to handle the case . . ." "A detective from Scotland Tard?" the girl repeated. " Tes, a detective. Humphries la puzzled by several points about this case and has askeli for assistance from London. He Is right. Neither ths circumstances of Parrish's death nor the motive of his act are clear. Bude's evidence is sufficient proof that some body did gain access to the library this after noon, in that case. , . ." " In that esse," said Greve slowly, " it may not be suicide . . ." Mary put one hand suddenly to her fare as women do when they are frightened. She shrank back. "Tou mean . He nodded. "Murder!" The girl gave a little gasp. Then she stretched out her hand and touched his arm. " But, Robin," she spoke In quick gasps, ".you can't give the police this evidence of Bude's. Don't you see it incriminates you? Don't you realize that every scrap of evi dence points to you as being the man that visited Mr. Parrish In the library this after noon? Tou're a lawyer, Robin. Tou under stand these things. Don't you see what I mean?" He nodded curtly. " Perfectly," he replied coldly. "Bude will do what I tell him," the girl hurried on. " There is no need for the police to know . . -." "On fhe contrary," said the other Imper turbably, " it Is essential they should be told at once." " The girl grasped the lapels of his coat In her two hands. Her breath came quickly and she trembled all over." "Are you mad, Robin?" she cried. "Who should have wanted to kill poor Hartley? Why should you put these ideas into the heads of the police? Bude may have imagined :' everything. Now you'll - be sensible snd promise me . ." ." . w ' - . . Very gently he detached the two slim hands that held his coat. His mouth was set in a firm line. "We are going to sift this thing to the bottom, Mary," he said, "no matter what are the consequences. Tou ow it to Parrish and you owe it to me ... ." The telephone trilled suddenly. Robin picked up the receiver. . , . " Tes, Bude," he said. . There was a moment's silence in the room - . - broken as the clock on the mantelpiece chimed nine times. Then Robin said into the telephone: 1 "Right! Tell him I'll be down imme diately!" . He put down the receiver and turned to Mary. ' "A detective inspector has arrived from London. He is asking to see me. I must go . downstairs." ', Mary, her elbows on the mantelpiece, was staring into the Are. At trje sound of his voice she swung round quickly. "Robin!" she cried. . But she spoke too late. Robin Greve had left the room. . A quality which had gone far to lay the foundations of the name which Robin Greve was rapidly making at the bar was his strong Intuitive sense. He had the rare ability of correctly " sensing " an atmosphere, an un canny flair for driving instantly at the heart of a situation, which rendered him in the courts a dexterous advocate and a redoubt able opponent. Now as he came into the lounge from the big oak staircase he instantly realized that he had entered an unfriendly atmosphere. Greve's attention was , immediately at tracted toward the stranger, whom he sur mised to be the detective from Scotland Tard. He was a big, burly man with a heavy dark mustache, straight and rather thin hair, and coarse features. "This Mr. Greve?" The detective had a trick of dropping his eyes to his boots. When he raised them the .' effect was to alter his whole expression. His , yes, well open, keenly observant, in perpet ' ual motion, lent an air of alertness, of shrewd ness to his heavy, florid 'countenance. " That is my name," said Robin, answering his question. " I am a barrister. I have met some of your people at the Tard, but I don't think . " Detective Inspector Manderton," inter-" Jetted the big man, and paused as though to say, " Let that sink in!" - v Robin knew him well by repute. His qualities were those of the bulldog, slow moving, obstinately brave- and desperately tenacious. His was a name to conjure with among the criminal classes, and his career was starred with various sensational tussles ; with desperate criminals, for Detective-Inspector Manderton, when engaged on a case, Invariably " took a hand himself," . as he phrased it, when an arrest was to be made. X btglethole In his right thigh and aa lm perfectly knitted right co narbone remained to . remind him of this propensity of his. . His motto, as he waa fond of saying, waa "What I have I hold! " " Well, Mr. Greve," said the detective In a loud, hectoring voice, "perhaps you will be good enough to tell me what you know of vthis affair?" Robin flushed angrily at the man's manner. ' But there waa no trace of resentment In his "Voice as he replied. He told Manderton what he had already told Humphries, how he had gone from the billiard room .across the hall and down the library corridor to the aide door into- the grounds Intending to have a stroll before tea, but, finding that it waa threaten ing rain, had returned to the houee by the front door. ..-' The detective scanned the 'young man's face closely aa he spoke. When Robin had finished ths ether dropped his eyta and see mad to be examining the brilliant polish of hia boots. He eald nothing, and again Robin became aware of the atmosphere of hoeiilliy toward him which this man radi ated. " It I dark at Ave o'clock." , ' Undtrlon turned to Bude. "Getting on that wsy. sir." tht butler greed, "Are you In tht habit, sir," th detective turned to Robin now, " of going out for walks In the dark?" Greve shrugged his shoulders. . "I bad been silting In tht billiard room. It was rather stuffy, so I thought I d like tome air before tea!" "You left Miss Trevert In the billiard room?" "Yea "Why?" Greve put a hand to hu throat and eased lus collar. "The gong had sounded for tea." the de tective went on Imperturbably; "aurely It would have been mort natural for you to have brought Miss Trevert ltb you?" " I didn't with to!" Mr. Manderton cleared his throat. " Ah!" he grunted. " Tou didn't wish to. I should like you to be frank with me, Mr. Greve, pleace. Was It not a fact that you and Miss Trevert hsd words?" He looked up sharply at him with con tracted pupils. " Tou took a certain Interest In Ltua ;nj ladyr I Mr. Manderton "Robin spoke with a certain-hauteur "don't you think we might leave Miss Trevert's name out of this?" " Mr. Greve," replied the detective bluntly. " I don't!" Robin made a little gesture of resignation. " Before the servants ..." ? Come, come, sir! " the detective broke In, " with all respect to the young lady and yourself, it was a matter of common knowl edge In the house that she and you were . . . well, old friends. It was remarked, Mr. Greve, I may remind you, that you looked very upset like when you left the billiard room to, 'I he paused perceptibly, " to go for your stroll In the dark! " Robin glanced quickly round the grou". Jay averted his eyes. As for Bude, he was the picture of embarrassment. " Tou seem to be singularly well potted In the gossip of the.' servants' ball, Mr. Manderton," said Robin hotly. . ... It was a foolish remark, and .Robin re gretted It the moment the words had, left his mouth. r "Well, yes," commented : the detective slowly, " I am. I shall be well posted on he whole of this case presently, I hope, sir!" His manner was perfectly respectful,' hilt reserved almost to a tone of menace. '.' " " In that case," said Robin, '; I'll tell you something you don't know, Mr. Manderton. Has Bude told you what he heard after I had passed him In the hall?" . .7 - ( Interest flashed at once into the 'detec tive's face. He turned quickly to the butler. Robin felt he had scored. . ' " What did you hear? " be said sharply. - Bude looked round wildly. .His large, flsh like mouth twitched and he made a few . feeble gestures with his hands. .' ' " It was only, perhaps, an idea of mine, sir," . he stammered. 'Just a ' sort "of idea. ... I daresay I was mistaken. My hearing ain't what it was, sir. . . ." " Don't you try to hoodwink me," said Manderton, with sudden ferocity, " knitting his brows and frowning at the unfortunate butler. " Come on and tell us what you heard. Mr. Greve knows, and I mean to. Out with it! " - Bude cast a reproachful glance at Mr, Robin. Then he said: "Well, sir, a minute or two after Mr. Greve had passed me I went back to the hall, and through the open door of the corridor leading to the library I heard voices! " : ' " Voices, eh? Did you recognize them?" " No, sir. It was just the sound of talk lng!" , " Tou' told Miss Trevert they were loud voices, Bude! " Robin interrupted. : " Yes, sir," replied the butler ", they were , loudlsh in a manner o' speaking, else I shouldn't have heard them!" "Why not? " ; The detective rapped the question oo sharply. . .'. " Why, because the library door wa locked, sir! " , " How do you know that? " , " Because Miss Trevert and Dr. Romala both tried the handle and couldn't get inj " " Ah! " said Manderton, " you mean lhj door was locked when the body 'was found. Now as to these voices. Were they men'f voices?" ; "Tes, sir. I should say go." : "Why?" JiJ " Because they were deep like! ' " Was Mr. Hartley Parrish's voice one" of them?" The butler spread out bis hands. "That I couldn't say! fe Just heard the murmur like, then shut the passage door quickly. . . ." . . "Why?" ' "Well, sir, I thought ... -I didn't want to listen. . ; ." "Tou thought one of the voices was Mr. Greve's, en? Having a row with Mr. Parrish, eh? About the lady, isn't that right? " " Aren't you going rather too fast? " said Robin quietly. But the detective ignored him. " Come on and answer my question, my man," he Eald harshly. "Didn't you think it was Mr. Hartley Parrish and Mr. Greve here having a bit of a dust-up about the young lady being engaged to Mr. Parrish? " "Well, perhaps I did, but . Like a flash ths detective turned en Robin. " What do you know about this? " he de manded fiercely. " Nothing," said Greve. "As I have told you already,-1 did not see Mr. Parrish alive again after lunch, nor did I speak to him. What I would suggest to you now ia that upon this evidence of Bude's depends the vitally Important question of how Mr. Par rish met his death. Though he waa found with a revolver in his hand, none of us in this house know of any good motive tor his suicide. I put it to you that the man whe can furnish us with this motive ia the owner of the voice heard by Bude In conversation with Mr. Parrish, since obviously nobody ether than Mr. Parrish, and possibly this unknown person, was in the library block at the time. And I would further remark, Mr. Manderton, that until the bullet has been extracted we do not know that Mr. Parrish killed himself. ..." " No." said the detective significantly, " we don't - U.pjr!ght. by Arthur Soimra Rock) tCcnttnutii .Ntt Sanaa) ( X