Something was wrong. She felt it. Instinct, vaguely stirring, began to warn her. Sam Potter’s voice and manner, after his conference with John Lanier, had angered and surprised her. The memory of it, and now Potter’s obvious attempt at reconciliation after his brutality to her, were disturbing her profoundly. She lifted her pretty head and looked around for Donald Mayne. He was not there. Neither did she see Barney Welper. But his valet pal was there. Replying to her inquiry, Dan Supple said that Mayne had sailed f…
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