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We paid our check and Kennedy and I sauntered in the direction Sherburne had taken, finding him ultimately in the cafe, alone. Without further introduction Kennedy approached him.
"So -- you are a detective?" sneered Sherburne superciliously, elevating his eyebrows just the fraction of an inch.