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Ayscough drew the sheet over the dead man's face and signed to his companion to follow him outside, to a room where Melky Rubinstein, still gravely meditating over the events of the evening, was awaiting their reappearance.
"So that," said Ayscough, jerking his thumb in the direction of the mortuary, "that's Chen Li! You're certain?"