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I'll show you inside of twenty-four hours what you're up against, you—you——" His voice broke in its fury. The veins were standing out on the side of his neck like whipcords. He could just move his forearms a little, and his hands reached out toward her, curved like claws. "I'll——"

But Rhoda Gray had closed the door behind her, and, with the Sparrow, was retreating down the stairs.