She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. Her tone was icy. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table.
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