I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed. “I shall probably want you to come down to the ‘Unusual’ to-morrow morning,” he said. It has instead found you. His hands were exploring her once again in the car. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. “On or about the day you receive this letter, Anna, the six months will be up.
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