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’ ‘It was so,’ said Valade, becoming a trifle more fluent. ’ ‘Can you prove it?’ demanded Hilary. Wood, was much better furnished with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. Do you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back? He was one of us, I believe. It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. He would be so disappointed. The detective backed out slowly and closed the door without sound. Probably something he had eaten. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly.
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