“So, what line of business are you in, Monsieur Fulcanelli?” Cornelia asked. “Gunther rarely mentions work to me, but since you have called on us this evening…” She left the sentence trailing delicately, noting the heightening colour in Gunther’s face. He glanced at her, his expression registering annoyance, then looked away. He was still looking at M. Fulcanelli as if the man was about to drop a bomb on the house. Lies, lies, lies. They surround him, and he is the only honest person to be found.
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