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” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. Challenge accepted. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin. Peste, she had forgot the sword. “What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier’s flat to-night? You were looking at her windows. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. ’ He added on a teasing note, ‘Though if there’s anything suspicious we can always get the key from Pottiswick. " "There's but one way of clearing it, your worship," said the Master, archly. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense.
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