Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic band and securing it under a tight hood. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. ‘If he needed sanctuary, it raises grave doubts about his activities. He recognized the face instantly. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers.
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