If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. His pulses beat fast as he walked, his feet fell lightly upon the pavement. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. But of course the money will not be refunded. The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. You are a detective?" "Yes.
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