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She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. Last night there had been no time. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. You did not find him, but did you find his pistol? In the room beyond the bookroom there—a big room where a table had fallen. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. She clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream.
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