” Horace, the manservant, transformed now into the semblance of a correctly garbed waiter, threw open the door. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood. There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. You have misunderstood. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door.
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