The Supper at Mr. To settle things, you know. The detective backed out slowly and closed the door without sound. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so.
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