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CHAPTER FIVE-3
“It will be quite impossible to do so! But how could we have guessed that he kept a loaded pistol in his pocket and was determined to kill you one way or another?” “I find it hard to believe myself,” said the Marquis, “but I cannot allow you to be upset.” He sat down on the side of her bed. He was thinking as he did so that no one could look lovelier or more concerned for him. “You have been so wonderful,” he breathed. “Now you have to remember it is all over and never think about it again.” “How can it be all over?” “What I have told you is not the whole story. His Berber servant was not arrested by the Police, but by two of my staff that were in the Police Force until they came to me. One of them had at one time worked in the East and has a smattering of Arabic.” He paused for
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