\" He piped up. " "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. ’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. “You may not leave. He gripped the window-sill behind him. It was possible that his first impressions had not been correct. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. Too much blood has been shed already.
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