. There is nobody, then?"
"Oh, there is an aunt. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her
arm. ‘Leonardo again,’ he growled. A little inn flying a Swiss
flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and
lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. Perhaps
the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. Lucy heard a stir, but if
Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it
could only mean two murders tonight. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the
correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly
gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. I sha'n't cry any
more.
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