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"I've got to speak, Ricky," Miss Prall said, but her tone was not angry now. She seemed to have changed her mood and was half frightened, half sad. "I've got to speak, to save myself. Don't you see that if that paper-cutter points towards me, -- as Mr Gibbs implies, I must tell what I know"
"What you know," assented Bates, "but not what you suspect."