Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. He did not stagger in the least. “Look here,” he cried out of a silence, with a sudden flash of understanding, “did you mean to throw me over when you came out with me this afternoon?” Ann Veronica hesitated, and with a startled mind realized the truth. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. I’ve got imagination. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. The picture of her flashed across the doctor's vision magically. “Thought so.
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