” She pulled a small blue box out of the pocket of her hoodie. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. ’ Gerald cast a swift look up the corridor, but there was no one there, not even a shadow. And the less “anything” happened the better. No window. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. Ah, and put him under if he wakes up.
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