The receiver clicked into place again, and Bainbridge returned the
instrument to the desk. Crane sat hunched in his chair, his face a
mixture of hate and fear and baffled fury. Tweedy looked as if a mammoth
weight had been suddenly lifted from his shoulders. Bob’s expression was
inscrutable.
The room was very still.
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