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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: "Upon my word I never looked at the table," Clymer's hearty tone
carried conviction. "I walked right along in my hurry to know what
the cheering was about. I am sorry, Kent; have you mislaid your
letter?"
"Yes," glumly. "Sorry to have disturbed you, Mr. Clymer; good
night," and Clymer's echoing, "Good night" sounded faintly as he
hung up the receiver.
"Drew blank," he announced, turning to Ferguson. "Confound you,
Ferguson; you bad no right to touch the papers in my safe. If harm
comes from it, I'll make you suffer," and not waiting for the
detective's jumbled apologies and explanations, he hurried from the
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