‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. “You have not seen your sister lately,” he remarked. ‘I think,’ he said pleasantly, ‘that it would be as well if you, Hilary, were to go and fetch the troops. We’ll be somewhere on the floor above. Oh, I know.
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