Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. ‘Sir?’ Hilary threw a brief glance at Trodger, and quickly returned his intent gaze to the Frenchman, who had halted once more, and stood as if thinking deeply. ” “I am afraid,” she murmured, “that it would be difficult. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. ” Courtlaw was pale and dishevelled.
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