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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: was sick. A fine old lady - finer than the son - Finch, her name
was. Indirectly, she knew old Hayden-Bond, the millionaire, and
- Almost subconsciously she was aware that Danglar was speaking
again.
"I guess luck's breaking our way again," he grinned. "The old boy
paid a hundred thousand cold for that necklace. You know how long
we've been waiting to get our hooks on it, and we've never had our
eyes off his house for two months. Well, it pays to wait, and it
pays to do things right. It broke our way at last to-night, all
right, all right! To-day's Saturday - and the safety deposit vaults
aren't open on Sunday. Mrs. Hayden-Bond's been away all week
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