‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. ’ ‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the room. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. Spurling had retired for the night. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react.
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