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’ Gerald suppressed a grin. U. Footman or some such. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident. She could not see clearly. On this side of the canal she has no place to go. Mercifully, the Peters had moved to Rhode Island about six months after the tragedy. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room.
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