Miss Flitworth opened it, wiping her hands on her apron. She grimaced short-sightedly at the visitor, and then took a step back. “Bill Door? You gave me quite a start—” I HAVE BROUGHT YOU SOME FLOWERS. She stared at the dry, dead stems. ALSO SOME CHOCOLATE ASSORTMENT, THE SORT LADIES LIKE. She stared at the black box. ALSO HERE IS A DIAMOND TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU. It caught the last rays of the setting sun. Miss Flitworth finally found her voice. “Bill Door, what are you thinking of?” I HAVE COME TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ALL THIS. “You have? Where to?” Death hadn’t thought this far. WHERE WOULD
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