“Promise. ’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. After the sights he would have to twiddle his thumbs until the joints cracked. Come now, I am very glad to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. She visualized him as in a policeman’s uniform and quite impassive.
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