Then Sheila noticed the stains. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. Strange, I could never learn her history. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s face muscles tighten. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence.
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