"No! No!" she said sharply. "Not if it is dangerous to you." "But that's the very reason," he said. "I would like to feel that my life was in your hands. There's a curious satisfaction in it." "No! I don't want to hear it!" "But I'm going to tell you. Listen; the man I work for is known to me as Mr. Caspar. That's not his real name, of course. I don't know what his main graft is because I was never employed on it. That was Fay's job. Francis Fay. That recalls something to you, eh? The Storey murder case…
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