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to it. Does anything else strike you? A
s. You're just floundering arou
ed. "For now, yes," I told her, "unless
an't think." She stood up. "What are you going to d
r, I know the way out. Why don't you go an
nage." "Where di
ieth, or to the District Attorney's office, one-
ch up. When I reached the door she had it open. I stepped out to the stoop and watched her descend to the sidewalk and turn
Bolton on his feet with his eyes open. "I assumed," I said, "that
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, which I appreciate, perhaps I'd be
e you intend to have a look at that place in the morning, an
re at eleven o'clock." I made it eleven because that was his earliest hour for an appoint
arter past ele
ernard." I opened my mouth and closed it
a commitment, and I was bound by it. I should not have repudiated it. I should have honored it, and then dismissed you if
t as my client. It would also be wrong for you to accept pay from me for helping me with the kind of work you are paying me to do. If you return the twenty-five to me and I return the fifty to Miss Nest, I will
roared, "go to be
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