John eased off. The major himself told me that this secret passage started upstairs. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the Diedermayer house. They got in my mouth. Her tone was icy. "Close the doors below! Loose the dogs! Curses! they don't hear me! I'll ring the alarm-bell. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill.
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