As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. The first peg was torture. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. I always wondered why he bought my mother's pearls so readily.
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