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| A few minutes later, Rose and Dora, the young maid, were in the music room overlooking the formal gardens. �Tell me what happened,� she urged the girl. �Well, Mr. DeGries had a few friends over last night�.� |
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| Harmon DeGries sat in front of the crackling fire sipping brandies with his wife and their houseguests. "Forty years ago, I killed a man," he said softly. The Boston investment broker paused, letting the weight of his admission sink in. "You mean in a war situation?" Sir Douglas Black said helpfully. "Or perhaps a car accident," Marilyn Rivers added. "A horrible thing, yes, but not the same as actually..." "I actually, physically strangled him to death." Harmon checked the door and was grateful to find it closed. "I've never told this to another living soul." "We'll be discreet, of course," the thirty-something heiress whispered in her warm Texas accent. |
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