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tor operator's ear to remove the makeup, the flesh beneath had shown a brilliant, eggplant purple. Orison was greeted at the National Guard Armory by Auga Vingt, mistress of malice. "How lovely of you to come right over, darling," she said. "Kraft is waiting for you in the office of Company C." "Thank you, darling," Orison purred. She clutched her purse as she walked up the indicated stairway, Miss Vingt behind her. Kraft Gerding was in full uniform behind a desk marked "Commanding Officer," but his was not the uniform of the U.S. Army
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. It was the sort that Mr. Wanji had worn as Dink's chauffeur, its splendor squared. "Good morning, Miss McCall," Kraft Gerding said, standing. "I'm so happy you could come. We need you here." "What am I to do, sir?" Orison asked. "Your presence is the full extent of your services required, my dear," he said. "You see, you're my hostage
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point of protocol with a jab at the small of Orison's back. "Come along, darling." "I'm not going anywhere until I've telephoned Dink," Orison said. "Terribly sorry," said Colonel Auga Vingt. "Our telephone has just gone out of order."