“Got you right here,” Foyle repeated. “You know what they do to spies? They cut information out of them. They cut you apart, Miss Robin. They take you apart, piece by piece—” The Negro girl screamed. Foyle nodded happily and took her shaking shoulders in his hands. “I got you, is all, girl. You can’t even run from me because all I got to do is tip Intelligence and where are you? There ain’t nothing nobody can do to stop me; not the hospital or even Mr. Holy Mighty Presteign of Presteign.” “Get out, you filthy, hideous…thing. Get out!” “You don’t like my face, Miss Robin? There ain’t nothing
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