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I shookto ood sense to keep his mouth shut, but his look said "What?" as clearly as if he’d spoken

"It just nes Grey are the sanes couldn’t have been seventy when she died She was eighty-plus I know she was"

"So the two aren’t the same So what? You came up with a theory and it didn’t prove out"

"Maybe," I said

"Maybe, my ass Give it up, Millhone You can’t manipulate the facts to fit your hypothesis Start hat you know and give the truth a chance to ee Don’t force a conclusion just to satisfy your own ego"

"I’-"

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do Don’t bullshitto do with it! If the two aren’t the sanes Grey and how’d she end up with Irene Bronfen?"

"Agnes ht have been the reat Let’s say it was the irl How come he didn’t tell us that? Why pretend it was his wife He’s convinced Sheila took the child, or else he’s lying through his teeth, right?"

"Co at straws"

I sank down on rass My frustration wasthe knot I let out a puff of air I’d been secretly convinced Agnes Grey and Anne Bronfen were one and the sa about Anne’s death, but it looked like he was telling the truth-the turd Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dietz sneak a look at his watch

"Godda pushed" I bit back