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The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. It was obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour. On examination it proved to be a flat bar of iron, nearly a yard in length, and more than an inch square. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little excitement. ’ He took the thing from Melusine’s listless grasp and went on, ‘Now then, what’s all this here argy-bargy with Pottiswick?’ Melusine opened her eyes and straightened up. Beethoven; he’s the best of them. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. "Thanks to you," said the doctor. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table.
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