Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. ’ ‘What? But—’ ‘Precisely, Hilary.
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