It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. But, being pushed forward by his subordinate officer, he was compelled to make a stand. “Just look that through, will you. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table.
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