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Behind Ransom's back, Arthur nodded a<br />

confirmation.<br />

Luke nodded at Carl Marco as well. "The thing is,<br />

Miss Dingley told me she gave you a roll of film. As a<br />

matter of fact, it was mine, and if it's no trouble I'd like<br />

to get it back. She's gotten pretty sick, I guess, so I<br />

didn't want to bother her with it and so I came out<br />

here."<br />

"Go ahead, you two, I'll catch up." Ransom waved<br />

his companions on. Obediently they headed toward the<br />

clubhouse, hunchbacked under their heavy bags. The<br />

banker frowned, then smiled at the lanky young man<br />

whose hair was, he thought, still slightly too long for<br />

propriety, but not as bad as it could have been (he<br />

thought with a shudder of Sidney Blossom a few years<br />

ago). "Now. Luke? Yes, Luke. I'm sorry, I do recall<br />

now that Ramona handed me a roll of film or something<br />

recently with some cockamamie tale attached to it."<br />

"It was true."<br />

"Naturally with real problems like the fire on my<br />

mind, I'm not sure I remember what she said about it."<br />

He returned the putter to the soft leather bag, slung the

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