Gifford blinked, leaned back, and pretended to be puzzled.

    "You think I don't know why you called me in here?" I said. "You think I don't know why, suddenly, you decided to hang a mirror in your office?"

    Gifford's desk lamp dimmed, and for a moment he seemed so pale he was scarcely there at all. Then he wheeled his chair next to mine. "You've guessed the truth, haven't you, Clara?" Next

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