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"I HOPE to Heaven you _will_ be able to find her," said Loft, agreeing to the detective's wish, but staring at him still, with that blank, unseeing gaze. "But just now, Mr. Kinney, I'll ask you to leave me to myself for a time. You must realize that your news is a great surprise to me, -- and I may have to -- readjust my plans somewhat."
"Plan any way you like, Mr. Loft," Kinney said, almost cheerily, "we have enough data now to go ahead with."