White gasped, and then stiffened. Mr. The Law was around the corner and down the narrow hall, puffing a Virginia Slims Menthol in frantic sips, teetering uncomfortably out of an emergency exit door. “Everything very nice, I am sure,” Miss Stanley murmured to Capes as he steered her to a place upon the little sofa before the fire. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound.
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