On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face.
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