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 "Yes, it looks it!" was her mocking retort. "It looks it, with me last chance queered!"

"You never had a chance here," he told her. "And it won't be long before you find that out."

"So you're gay-cattin' for me now!" she derided. Kestner, ignoring her scorn, stepped still nearer, for the door had opened and the Japanese valet was stepping out through it.

"Whatever happens in there, forget we're enemies. Give me five minutes with that man and you'll understand. Wait, that's all I want you to do!"

She did not answer him, for the valet was already close to them.

"Come, please," he said with his crisp intonation and his punctiliously polite forward bend of the body.

And Kestner, wary and watchful, for all his heavy-lidded smile of indifference, crossed to the open door and stepped into the other room.