’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. "What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. I must go perhaps in all the rooms.
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