"Then it's all over with us. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. ‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. En tout cas, we are not talking of that kiss, but of this one. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. Neither the manners, the looks, nor the attire of these gentlemen prepossessed Mrs.
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