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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: I banged at the door and called out, but there wasn't a sound. Then
I ran to the police station."
Horn was evidently as alarmed as was the young valet. But Muller's
cheeks were flushed and a flash of secret joy, of pleasurable
expectation, brightened his deep-set, grey eyes. He sat quite
motionless, but every nerve in his body was alive and tingling. The
humble-looking little man had become quite another and a decidedly
interesting person. He laid his thin, nervous hand on the carriage
door.
"We are not there yet," said the commissioner.
"No, but it's the third house from here," replied Muller.
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