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A ghost who, on the same evening, carries off an opera-singer and steals twenty-thousand francs is a ghost who must have his hands very full!

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Gaston Leroux
Age: 59 †
Born: 1868
Born: May 6
Died: 1927
Died: May 6
Journalist
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Paris
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Gaston Louis Alfred Leroux
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