’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. “As it is doubtful whether the man will live, we should be glad if you would identify him. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is.
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