‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other. D. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. You really ought not to stay here and talk to us.
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