\" The thick girl with the blue- black hair spat. He first met her when he had caught her smoking behind the Joliet LaudrO-Matic one cool overcast day in late August. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. This was a much more serious task than he anticipated. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. ‘But how do you come here?’ ‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly.
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