Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. I had a hunch. “Only you are the woman I love, and you are in trouble. "Give me the child, or—" As he spoke the door was thrown open, and Mrs. ” Manning tapped with his racket on the turf through some moments of silence. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again.
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