“Shortly after seven. A quarter past, possibly.” “That was a message from Miss Judy’s mother, I gather?” “Yes, but he——” I checked myself, too late. He was bending forward again, watching me. “But what?” “I have just remembered. He asked if Sarah was here; but that is in his favor, naturally. If he had known he need not have asked.” “Or if he did know, and wished to give the impression that he did not.” He sat there looking at me, and for the first time I realized that he was potentially dangerous to me and mine. H…
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