A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. “Annabel Pellissier is known to most of us. You did not find him, but did you find his pistol? In the room beyond the bookroom there—a big room where a table had fallen.
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