They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. Kimble was clearly a plain-spoken fellow. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. . ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. .
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