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The staircase went straight up to an ochre - painted door . The manager took a long time to open the door – the key kept sticking in the lock and would not turn . He opened the door at last , but before entering the room he felt for the ...
The staircase went straight up to an ochre - painted door . The manager took a long time to open the door – the key kept sticking in the lock and would not turn . He opened the door at last , but before entering the room he felt for the ...
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the whole of my body from the back of my head right down to my heels : a square trap - door was wide open in the ceiling above my head . Beyond it gaped the darkness of the loft . I had not noticed that trap - door before .
the whole of my body from the back of my head right down to my heels : a square trap - door was wide open in the ceiling above my head . Beyond it gaped the darkness of the loft . I had not noticed that trap - door before .
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The trap - door was open . A clothes line was dangling from it . The crow - bar was no longer on the floor . The police rushed by a back way to the loft , but found no one . A police dog was brought . It led the police through the ...
The trap - door was open . A clothes line was dangling from it . The crow - bar was no longer on the floor . The police rushed by a back way to the loft , but found no one . A police dog was brought . It led the police through the ...
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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