‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. " "What did I say?" "Only one word," she said, offering her first white lie. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. " A detective.
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