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"
Miss
O'Neill
,
I
very
much
regret
to
say
that
it
is
my
unfortunate
duty
to
give
you
some
bad
news
.
"
"
Bad
news
?
Bad
news
?
What
is
it
?
What
's
the
matter
?
What
's
happened
?
"
"
I
regret
to
have
to
inform
you
that
your
brother
,
Mr.
Dane
O'Neill
,
was
drowned
yesterday
in
Crete
,
I
understand
in
heroic
circumstances
,
performing
a
sea
rescue
.
However
,
you
realize
there
is
a
revolution
in
Greece
,
and
what
information
we
have
is
sketchy
and
possibly
not
accurate
.
"
The
phone
stood
on
a
table
near
the
wall
and
Justine
leaned
against
the
solid
support
the
wall
offered
.
Her
knees
buckled
,
she
began
to
slide
very
slowly
downward
,
wound
up
in
a
curled
heap
on
the
floor
.
Not
laughing
and
not
crying
,
she
made
noises
somewhere
in
between
,
audible
gasps
.
Dane
drowned
.
Gasp
.
Dane
dead
.
Gasp
.
Crete
,
Dane
,
drowned
.
Gasp
.
Dead
,
dead
.
"
Miss
O'Neill
?
Are
you
there
,
Miss
O'Neill
?
"
asked
the
voice
insistently
.
Dead
.
Drowned
.
My
brother
!
"
Miss
O'Neill
,
answer
me
!
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
yes
!
Oh
,
God
,
I
'm
here
!
"
"
I
understand
you
are
his
next
of
kin
,
therefore
we
must
have
your
instructions
as
to
what
to
do
with
the
body
.
Miss
O'Neill
,
are
you
there
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
!
"
