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And I think also that Gosse—I mean that one who calls himself Valade—stole it. Pure luck! But for that bottle of whisky, nobody in the Hong-Kong Hotel would have been able to identify the photograph; and at this hour James Boyle O'Higgins would have been on the way to Yokohama, and the trail lost for ever. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye.
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