upon having a reason. I wonder if he did find anything in that safe----"
Tuppence's meditations went off on another tack. She reviewed the events
of last night carefully and persistently. Somehow, they seemed bound up
with Sir James's enigmatical words....
Suddenly she gave a great start--the colour faded out of her face. Her
eyes, fascinated, gazed in front of her, the pupils dilated.
"Impossible," she murmured. "Impossible! I must be going mad even to
think of such a thing...."
Monstrous--yet it explained everything....
After a moment's reflection she sat down and wrote a note, weighing each
word as she did so. Finally she nodded her head as though satisfied, and
slipped it into an envelope which she addressed to Julius. She went
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