The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either
side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of
company for the start of the Little Season. A hazy face appeared through the fog
of sleep, pale and thin and looming. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying
flames. It contained three sovereigns, six and fourpence, two postage stamps, a small
key, and her aunt’s return half ticket to Morningside Park. That's a queer yarn. As she had dreaded, the police officer in the car was
politely waiting for John to depart, and exited the squad
as soon as John turned at the Pine Crest stop sign. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. He continued thoughtfully.
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