It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. ‘Sir?’ Hilary threw a brief glance at Trodger, and quickly returned his intent gaze to the Frenchman, who had halted once more, and stood as if thinking deeply. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. “Yeah, I’ve heard that story. Opals. Stanley, standing up with a sudden geniality and rubbing his hands together. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again.
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