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ing their heads openthey crumple. I think she was frightened and fainted, and then whoever frightened her straightened her out."
"But whoOh, forget it. I don't care what happened as long as Aunt Em's all right. Ioh, Gertrude, how's my aunt feeling?"
"Fine," Gertrude said, but her face wasn't happy. Then she sighed. "She does feel all right now, I think," she added reassuringly, "but whatever happened, she seems frightened and not willing to talk about it. I never should have left her, but I was so sure she was napping and . . . What did you want, Mr. Peter?"
"What did I want? Oh, you mean when I came back here. I wanted those papers I left last night. Aunt Em said she was through with them, and"
"No, I mean what did you want to see me about? And why couldn't you come here?"
"But I did come here. What do you mean, what did I want to see you about?"
"Mr. Peter, stop it. I'm upset enough. You phoned me and said you had to talk to me"
"Phoned you? When?"
"Oh, I don't know"
Linda looked at her watch. "It must have been about half or three-quarters of an hour ago, because that's when I saw you in Peter's cabin, Gertrude."
"I certainly didn't phone you this afternoon," Peter said indignantly. "What for? I was coming here anyway."
"Are you saying I made that call up? Or that

 
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