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re than I could stand—in fact, having reached a point where I was beginning to feel physically sick—I got up and hurriedly left the room. As I was approaching the closet where I had seen the maid store my things, Mrs. Hall overtook me, together with a billow of distant music.
"Must you leave?" she said. "Must you really leave?"
I found my overcoat, dropped the hanger, and stamped into my rubbers.
"You are either murderers or fools," I said, "or both, and that man is a filthy German agent."
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