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From: | Sanchia Meuser |
Subject: | [newline-dev] Re: cheque narwhal |
Date: | Tue, 20 Dec 2005 02:34:50 -0500 |
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L A n o m v r b G
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M S c r i n i a a a $6
$8 $9 $1 $6 $7 $9 $9 $6 9.95
5.45 9.95 23.45 4.95 5.95 9.95 9.95 8.00 Moi aussi, said Jean Pierre, purposely speaking French, which
evidently had an effect on the stranger. Toujours le médecin à notre
âge, nest-ce pas?
All too true, replied the old man with the bony legs, nodding and
making the gesture of a wave as he turned and walked rapidly up the path.
Fontaine stood motionless watching the receding figure, waiting,
knowing it would happen. And then it did. The old man stopped and slowly
turned around. From a distance their eyes locked; it was enough. Jean
Pierre smiled, then proceeded down the concrete path toward his villa.
It was another warning, he mused, and a far more deadly one. For
three things were apparent: first, the elderly guest in the foolish
white cap spoke French; second, he knew that Jean Pierre Fontaine was
in reality someone else-sent to Montserrat by someone else; third ... he |
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