Boldly he turned the knob of a certain door and entered. "Your detective has been remiss in his duty; let him suffer for it. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. Quilt's manner, indeed, was that of a man endeavouring to muster up sufficient resolution for the commission of some desperate crime. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. It was not your fault you failed.
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