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Inspector Queen stood Napoleonically in the center of the library, staring vindictively at the anteroom door. He muttered to himself, turning his head slowly from side to side like a terrier.
He beckoned to Crouther, the head store detective, who was assisting one of the photographers at the door of the cardroom.