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” He looked at her intensely, his dark eyes deepened with sleeplessness. ‘You said—who?’ ‘Remenham. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound.
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