"Get it over quickly," said Trenchard, in a whisper to the thief-taker. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. “Indeed, no,” he answered. " "And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the Master. “I wrote it for you. ‘Oh, peste. Fortescue?” “At your service. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. I just like you, Mary, and we’ve had a lot of fun. I must stay a minute longer, if only to see you smile.
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