She took a deep breath. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. ‘No one is here, Melusine, except you and I. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. Non. No tricks would serve.
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