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And that’s that,” said Craddock when he was walking away with SergeantFletcher. “Two young women whose stories flatly contradict each other.
Which one am I to believe?”
“Everyone seems to agree that this foreign girl tells whoppers,” saidFletcher. “It’s been my experience in dealing with aliens that lying comesmore easy than truth-telling. Seems to be clear she’s got a spite against thisMrs. Haymes.”
“So, if you were me, you’d believe Mrs. Haymes?”
“Unless you’ve got reason to think otherwise, sir.”
And Craddock hadn’t, not really—only the remembrance of a pair ofoversteady blue eyes and the glib enunciation of the words that morning.
夜雨聆风