“It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. " So saying, he closed the door. A tall, clean-shaven man came out and walked rapidly through the room, exchanging greetings right and left, but evidently anxious to avoid being detained. Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek. Certainly as soon as I have found my right place at Remenham House, I must find out everything.
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