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Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. Her patience was waning fast. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. "I'm a detective; my ears and eyes have been trained to absorb all I see and all I hear. “The Widgetts,” she said.
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