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A few moments later they left Peter Fogg standing on the neatly manicured lawn beside P.J. Madden's empty palace. In silence they rode down the avenue, then turned toward the more lively business district.
"Well, what did we get out of that?" Bob Eden wanted to know. "Not much, if you ask me."