I know why. E. ” Courtlaw’s walking stick, which he had been handling, fell with a crash to the ground. ‘Until today. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the laugh died away. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. I knew where I would go next: Florence.
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