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Updated: May 21, 2025

Straker craned his head to look out at the church, then at the low stone wall, as if he expected to see the songsters performing on a stage before a row of footlights. He turned back to Mr. Hand. "That's right, is it? You worked for the slippery Mounseer?" "Uh-m," Hand grumbled, with a screw in his mouth. "Something like that." "What'd you do?" "I've found where she was wrenched in the turn-over.

Martha Idell Fletcher Bellinger - The Stolen Singer