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CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE
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smiling the blandest of smiles, with sharp white teeth like the teeth of a hound.

"You? You? You sot fire to Cunnel's gin?"

"Aiwah! Illustrious Effendi agree pay twenty piece gold. Put there."

"Side, you's a stark naked plum fool; I never 'spected you to sot fire to dat gin, sho' nuff. Can't you tell when I'm talkin' jes' to hear my tongue rattle?"