“What the hell is going on here, Officer?” He grumbled. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. Let me have more light, that I may behold him. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood.
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