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” He was obviously puzzled. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. What else could he do? You can’t kick up a scene on the spur of the moment in the face of such conflicting values as he had before him. He found that the skiff had been dashed against one of the buttresses of the bridge. . . ’ She seemed to recollect herself suddenly. She put her clothes back on, 118 lipstick smeared all over her face. The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more. She had to do her thinking at home—under inspection. He was aware of Hilary, in company with Lucilla and the comtesse’s daughter some few yards away, listening in suddenly. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. But I’m always trying to make things happen. CHAPTER XXXI.
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