’ ‘Ain’t it? Want me to give you some time with her? Not that I think she’ll tell you anything. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and saw a dimple peep out. Observe it—a blue-serge coat. “Mr. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap.
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