Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the obstacles. She had been careless. I didn’t understand before that letter. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. And, setting down the link, he proceeded deliberately to untie his cravat.
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