Anna, do you not see that the Countess is sitting alone?” She rose, and flashed a quick smile upon Ennison behind her husband’s back. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. “Allow me,” the doctor said, “to give you a word of advice, Miss Pellissier. ‘Murder is serious business, Gianfrancesco.
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