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 he said. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t some cheap trifler who wanted to annoy her, that’s all. Sorry.”

“That’s all right,” smiled Val. “You were perfectly right—if I were you I wouldn’t give her address to anybody else, though, for a while. I’ll get her to call you up and confirm that.”

Twenty minutes later Valentine Morley was calling upon Jessica Pomeroy.