" The detective ruefully inspected the scarlet band on his perfecto. Nothing else weighs against it. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. “What’s odd?” “Oh, everything!” She shivered, and went to the fire and poked it. "A doctor? What he needs is a good jolt of aromatic spirits of ammonia.
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