There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. She looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself.
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