She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. I keep my finger on the pulse of things.
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