“I have come for an explanation,” she said. . Wood's. I found the door locked as usual, but when we entered this room everything was as you see. But her request was unheeded. Smith's melody had subsided. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. Why don’t I just go and get the key from Pottiswick?’ Alderley flicked a glance back at him over his shoulder. A door slammed. And Pottiswick, of course.
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