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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: a scornful smile parted his thin, lips. A second later he had let
his handkerchief fall, apparently carelessly, upon the desk. But
in this short space of time the detective's sharp eyes had seen a
tiny bottle upon which was a black label with a grinning skull.
Muller could not see whether the bottle was full or empty, but now
he knew that it must hold sufficient poison to enable the captured
criminal to escape open disgrace. Knowing this, Muller looked with
admiration at the calmness of the villain, whose intelligent eyes
were turned towards him in evident curiosity.
"Who are you and who else is here with you?" asked the man calmly.
"I am Muller of the Secret Service," replied his visitor and added,
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