Then he threw the letter at me. ‘Seems to me like you know just about as much as me. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. On his appearance, Jack levelled a pistol at his head. You are my prisoner, murderer. The storm burst upon them in its fury.
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