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’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. Spurling. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to. Sepulchre's church was covered—so was the tower. There’s no logic in these things.
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