A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. “You see, it comes after all,” she continued, “from certain original convictions which have become my religion. I am a murderer. As for the patient, his decision was immediate. The window was shortly after opened, and a rope ladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down.
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