At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. But was that enough? Dim, formless suspicions of something more vital wandered about his mind. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us.
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