” “Climbing?” “Yes. ’ ‘Melusine, sir,’ Gerald reminded the general, exchanging a frustrated glance with Mrs Sindlesham. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. This means of communication instantly brought them to the lobby. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture. He never finished his sentence. His hug became an embrace. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone.
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