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HE HAD wired from Plymouth asking her to call at the flat that night, and she arrived just as he had finished a dinner he had cooked for himself.
'Yes, I've heard about the burglary,' he said, cutting short her question. 'They've got nothing that was worth a shilling to them, thank God! Why did you call in the police?'