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’
Well
,
there
’
s
a
coincidence
!
’
’
Death
number
three
?
’
’
Right
.
Is
this
a
special
pack
for
conjuring
tricks
?
’
Keli
tried
to
sound
composed
,
but
even
she
could
detect
the
faint
tinkle
of
hysteria
in
her
voice
.
Cutwell
frowned
at
her
and
carefully
put
the
cards
back
in
the
pack
,
shuffled
it
,
and
dealt
them
out
on
to
the
table
.
There
was
only
one
Death
.
’
Oh
dear
,
’
he
said
,
’
I
think
this
is
going
to
be
serious
.
May
I
see
the
palm
of
your
hand
,
please
?
’
He
examined
it
for
a
long
time
.
Alter
a
while
he
went
to
the
dresser
,
took
a
jeweller
’
s
eyeglass
out
of
a
drawer
,
wiped
the
porridge
off
it
with
the
sleeve
of
his
robe
,
and
spent
another
few
minutes
examining
her
hand
in
minutest
detail
.
Eventually
he
sat
back
,
removed
the
glass
,
and
stared
at
her
.
’
You
’
re
dead
,
’
he
said
.
Keli
waited
.
She
couldn
’
t
think
of
any
suitable
reply
.
’
I
’
m
not
’
lacked
a
certain
style
,
while
’
Is
it
serious
?
’
seemed
somehow
too
frivolous
.
’
Did
I
say
I
thought
this
was
going
to
be
serious
?
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
I
think
you
did
,
’
said
Keli
carefully
,
keeping
her
tone
totally
level
.
