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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: but the tiny, sing-song English voice, I heard no more. The
man, then, had fled? fled from an impertinent question? It
scarce seemed natural to me; unless on the principle that the
wicked fleeth when no man pursueth. I took the telephone list
and turned the number up: "2241, Mrs. Keane, res. 942
Mission Street." And that, short of driving to the house and
renewing my impertinence in person, was all that I could do.
Yet, as I resumed my seat in the corner of the office, I was
conscious of a new element of the uncertain, the underhand,
perhaps even the dangerous, in our adventure; and there was
now a new picture in my mental gallery, to hang beside that of
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