” The detective nodded. You can tell me the rest another time. “I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. “Now she’s all hat and ideas,” he said, with an air of humor. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home. .
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