Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. But she did not believe he would do that. He was wary of her, which meant that perhaps they had found one or many of the bodies that she thought she had hidden so well. It is just the aim I have had in view all the time. “I looked for you on the way home from The Big Apple, where were you?” Lucy smiled. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. ’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. ’ Melusine’s eyes narrowed and she drew back.
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