Subject: haystack crowd

From: "Pete Ritter" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2000 04:11:40 +0530

He extended his arms and let his hands fall against his thighs.
This afternoon - you will understand, Iknow - I belong to Ann. Not I, my friend, replied Hanaud with a grin. Hanaud looked away from Jim to Betty Harlowe. I think there is someone against the wall who is honouring uswith his attention. But we shall not have time to look for it, and,after all, we have the important part of it. She was a small landowner taxed up toher ears, and then rated over the top of her head. The arrow was scraped clean before it was put onthat tray of pens.
For AnnUpcott quailed before the detectives glance. Ah, my friend, you wrote some questions down upon your memorandumthis afternoon. It is possible that he himself hadbeen visiting Cladel to pay for the solution of Strophanthus. Her face was glowing withthe recollections of that short joyous time. She walked quickly to the door and tried the handle. It istoo easily accepted that she has nothing to do with it. This room had not been searched for thenecklace at all.
The arrow was scraped clean before it was put onthat tray of pens. He had been nursing his suggestion fornearly half an hour. To Frobisher his patience was as remarkableas Maurice Thevenets impudence. The girl stepped into the hall and looked at Ann.
But I can recommend a very good lawyer in Dijon, a friend ofmine. But what of that arrow - head in the pen - tray? Now both you and I are attached to the affairs of MademoiselleHarlowe.
That animal is taking longer than he need, he muttered. What could he expect to find in that box?
His jaw dropped; he stared at Hanaud inawe. AgainstHer introductions may be explicable on favourable grounds.
Or is Ann Upcott lying from beginning toend? We talked over that little dress, together,Monsieur, more than a month ago. Hanaud was standing by himselfbetween them and the front door. Not I, my friend, replied Hanaud with a grin.