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I didnt mention the man who led the muscle the previous night, the one who had stayed in the corridor. Nothing interests a customs man more than a suitcase full of unworn clothes. Only when a uniformed under-official of some kind ran over to me, did I give the field any attention. Think dirty! I cried aloud, startling a girl who was walking by on the path. Who issued orders the Count couldnt changein his own castle? As if I didnt know. I filled this with a very passable imitation of his handwriting. Some girls might commit suicide, but not Angelina. Something that would be profitable for both of us.