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John stared palely. His fingers closed upon her hand. Ever since the young police officer had arrived on her doorstep the clock had started ticking faster. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. “They never seem so at first!” he said. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you. You are not playing to-night, are you?” “Not to-night,” she answered. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town.
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