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The Zambesi, they said, was expected to dock at six in the morning. Mrs. Ruyslaender booked a bedroom at the Magnifical, with despair in her heart. A bare nine hours and she would be greeting her husband. After that would begin the sickening period of waiting -- it might be days, it might be weeks, possibly even months -- for the inevitable discovery.
The reception-clerk twirled the register towards her. Mechanically, as she signed it, she glanced at the preceding entry: