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dead and injured were brought upward by the ladder one by one. Stretchers filled the central area. Behind the cordon, the

“I told you – cut it out!” 122 Ignoring the Duke, Ogilvie waved the unlighted cigar under his adversary's nose. “You

know that?” The old man ruminated. “Last time or two I've been here I could tell things were getting wrong. What's the trouble now?” She answered, smiling, “I've probably talked too much already. What you'll certainly hear, though, is that Mr. Curtis O'Keefe arrived this morning.” “Oh no! – not him.” Albert Wells' face showed genuine concern. “If that one gets his hands on this place