‘Sir?’ Hilary threw a brief glance at Trodger, and quickly returned his intent gaze to the Frenchman, who had halted once more, and stood as if thinking deeply. “I will wait for you on the pavement, if you like,” he said, “but I am going to the ‘Unusual’ with you. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. “I will go,” he said. Murder had become nothing to her. ‘Your niece, ma’am.
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