‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. “I may seem unduly— anxious. And then you can go home and think things over before we talk again. ” He drank. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club.
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