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He ran out of possibilities. Still, Blevins could perhaps help him there. Or Mrs. Wainer. On the other hand— Hamish said it for him. “I wouldna’ be in haste to show it.” Getting to his feet, Rutledge found a flat leather case lying in a corner of the room, a coating of dust covering it, and a cobweb linking it to the frame of the bottomless chair beside it. The grip was broken at one end, but it would do. Rutledge looked around him a last time at the “waste not, want not” philosophy of householders who store in their upper floors and attics the ruined furnishings
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