\" Lucy said. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. All the same, I don’t admit it. One comes at last to the step from dreams to reality. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares.
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