‘Comment? What do you say?’ Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the uncertainty he saw there. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s face muscles tighten. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. “I knew you would begin to see how it all falls into place together. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating.
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