They took their places at a distant table. ‘Perhaps I could indeed rescue you if only you would confide in me. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve found her!’ ‘Ah, Gérard,’ uttered the girl in a gratified tone as Major Alderley walked through into the light. ‘I have justice. Interrogation takes many forms, you know, Lucy.
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