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She
glowered
at
him
.
Then
she
closed
her
eyes
and
put
her
finger
and
thumb
on
each
side
of
the
bridge
of
her
nose
.
Meanwhile
,
the
marquis
examined
the
objects
on
Portico
’
s
desk
.
An
inkwell
;
a
chess
-
piece
;
a
bone
die
;
a
gold
pocket
-
watch
;
several
quill
-
feathers
and
.
.
.
Interesting
.
It
was
a
small
statue
of
a
boar
,
or
a
crouching
bear
,
or
perhaps
a
bull
.
It
was
hard
to
tell
.
It
was
the
size
of
a
large
chess
-
piece
,
and
it
had
been
roughly
carved
out
of
black
obsidian
.
It
reminded
him
of
something
,
but
of
what
he
could
not
say
.
He
picked
it
up
casually
,
turned
it
over
,
curled
his
fingers
around
it
.
Door
lowered
her
hand
from
her
face
.
She
looked
puzzled
and
confused
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
he
asked
.
"
It
is
here
,
"
she
said
,
simply
.
She
began
to
walk
through
the
study
,
head
turning
first
to
one
side
and
then
to
the
other
.
The
marquis
slipped
the
carving
discreetly
into
an
inside
pocket
.
Door
stood
before
a
high
cabinet
.
"
There
,
"
she
said
.
She
reached
out
a
hand
:
there
was
a
click
,
and
a
small
panel
in
the
side
of
the
cabinet
swung
open
.
Door
reached
into
the
darkness
and
removed
something
roughly
the
size
and
shape
of
a
small
cannon
-
ball
.
She
passed
it
to
the
marquis
.
It
was
a
sphere
,
constructed
of
old
brass
and
polished
wood
,
inset
with
polished
copper
and
glass
lenses
.
He
took
it
from
her
.
"
This
is
it
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
Well
done
.
"
