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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: meet you!"
She stared at him in genuine perplexity and amazement.
"Show myself to Cloran!" she ejaculated heavily. "I don't get you!"
"You will in a minute," said Danglar softly. "You're the bait
-see? Cloran and I will be at supper and watching the fox-trotters.
You blow in and show yourself - I don't need to tell you how, you're
clever enough at that sort of thing yourself - and the minute he
recognizes you as the woman he's been looking for that murdered
Deemer, you pretend to recognize him for the first time too, and
then you beat it like you had the scare of your life for the door.
He'll follow you on the jump. I don't know what it's all about,
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