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Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. Sheppard. What was this man?" "A detective from the States. " A deep indignant groan followed. I don't have a phone in my room. There was a black fear in his heart. To vault over the pews was the work of a moment; and having gained the entry leading to the Red Room he passed through the first door; his progress being only impeded by the pile of broken stones, which he himself had raised. His hands came up, his face broke apart.

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