The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. ’ ‘I presume you were not with her in France?’ Kimble stared. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. She had but to choose.
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