Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with
his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow
named Dawn Plote. Did he see him, this Monsieur
Charvill?’
‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her
mudhook in the bay. This means of
communication instantly brought them to the lobby. She made a curious movement toward
her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on
the table and turned to follow her brother. He grew more ardent, sliding her
breasts out of the strapless bodice of her gown. Sheppard snatched back her hand from his grasp, and exerted all her force
to repel his advances. He
took the first step toward the stairs, and met the restraining hand of McClintock. Below it a prodigiously large bolt
was shot into the socket, and, in order to keep it there, was fastened by a hasp,
and further protected by an immense padlock.
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