The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. “She doesn’t know. Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. "I could have sworn I saw him enter this passage. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. Once before—but that had been different. ’ ‘No, miss,’ cut in Kimble. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves.
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