A slight cough uttered by Jonathan at the moment awakened the echoes of the place, and was returned in hollow reverberations. Monsieur Valade heaved a gusty sigh, and Gerald, with heavy diplomacy and a forced heartiness of manner, turned the subject. Joan told me it was hung somewhere in the house, only I couldn’t remember where after all this time. “Thank you. ” Michelle looked away. Before he even glanced at the man on the floor he stepped over to her side and took the poker from her. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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