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The men looked at each other in silence for a minute. Leverage was sorry for Carroll-sorry because he knew that Carroll was disappointed, that the boyish detective had hoped against hope that the trail would lead to some person other than the flaming creature who was Gerald Lawrence's wife.
It was not that Carroll had become infatuated with her.