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"Vill this do?" demanded the constable, taking the candle from the lantern, the better to display the narrow limits of the hole. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. “I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica; “I think I am. ” He said, sucking down some Pepsi. “You are an impostor. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. Gerald grinned. CHAPTER XIV. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces.
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