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When he saw that Linda had written down the phone number and extension, Peter said, "Now, if anything happens, you call me. Don't go running around to outsiders and, for God's sake, don't go to the police or try to take care of it yourself."
Linda looked up under her lashes. "Yes, master," she intoned with spurious meekness. Peter sputtered, but Linda did not follow up on the joke. She looked at him soberly and shook her head. "I will let you know, of course," she said, "but I'm going to tell General Barthemeles too. For one thing, it would look odd to him if, after being in such a flap, I suddenly had nothing else to say. Besides, he'll be with me all the time I travel, and I trust him."
Peter's eyebrows shot up. "Meaning you still don't trust me?"
"Yes, I do," Linda replied softly. Then she lifted her eyes to his defiantly. "The trouble is, there really isn't any reason to trust you." The shadow of an arm across an ill-lit stairwell was a shadow on Linda's heart. "And I want to trust you so much that I don't dare trust myself."

 
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