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"Oho!" he said. My only love is for my poor lost son. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. We fetched the doctor and the police. She entered the room in the shadows. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. On these were thrown all the horrible contents of Jonathan's museum, together with the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind.
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