” She refused. She laid her hand upon his arm. ” The detective nodded. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. ” He handed her the phone reluctantly, barely masking his mild disgust. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. Stay! I'll go myself. ” Brendon reappeared, followed by a tall thin man with a stubbly brown moustache and restless grey eyes.
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