" At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. "Even if you are not a principal, you are an accessory. I guess she used to pick on her for being big and fat. She had not noticed such beauty in many years, and it almost caused her to weep. Did he intend to kill her now, this instant? Or had she a moment or two to try to save herself? Recalling Leonardo’s dictum, she did not struggle, for that would only tighten the trap about her, and perhaps even spring it.
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