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He stood up abruptly. ''What the hell are you doing on this side?" he asked sharply, but in a very low voice. "Do you want to fall off that damned cliff? Go around and come in here."
"What are you doing?" Linda asked, little above a whisper.
"Fixing this damned lock. The screws have been taken out and the holes filled with dirt. I saw it when I came out to meet you and I went back and got the stuff to fix it from Yani. Come in here. I've got a flashlight, but I can't hold it and the screw and screwdriver all at the same time."
Linda stood perfectly still, her eyes staring with horror. "No," she whispered. "No! If your aunt had leaned on that doorand I've seen her do itshe would have fallen out. No! This has gone too far. Who did it?"
"Don't be an idiot, Linda. Come in here."
"No. How do I know you didn't take out those screws right now?"
"Oh, you damn fool!" Peter's voice grated. He pushed the screwdriver into his pocket and came toward her. His hand was extended, and on the palm were three bright new screws. Obviously those had never come out of an old rusted lock.
Nonetheless, Linda backed away. She was not afraid of Peter; she was furious with him. "No," she repeated. "I won't be a party to this any more. It's too dangerous. If you won't tell me who's doing this, I'm going to go to the police. I don't care whether they think I'm crazy or

 
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