We're Going to Gaylord's Bell, Said the Woman in the Seat Behind Us

Sylvia was furious. I knew you'd get us into this, she said to me,. shouting about spies at the top of your voice. The house was a long, low rambling building reached at the end of a poplar-lined drive. Two huge maddestiffs came bounding off the terrace, snarling. Sylvia took the string beans and her book and we got out. We didn't have far to go. A big black limousine waited a few steps away. Behind the wheel sat a heavy set foreigner with cruel lips and small eyes.

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