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"It's a pleasure to meet Sir Clinton again," Joan observed when they had finished their coffee. "For the last ten days or so, I've been dealing with a man they call the Chief Constable. I don't much care for him. These beetle-browed officials are not my sort. Too stiff and overbearing for me, altogether."
Sir Clinton laughed at the hit.