Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. Promise me. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. " The envelope contained exactly five hundred dollars. Let her see what she could make here.
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