IT WAS IABLE: the st of bitter almonds always re-minded him of the fate of ued love. Dr. Juvenal Urbino noticed it as soon as he ehe still darkened house where he had hurried on an urgent call to attend a case that for him had lost all urgency many years before. The Antillean refugee Jeremiah de Saint-Amour, disabled war veteran, photographer of children, and his most sympathetic oppo in chess, had escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold ide.
He found the corpse covered with a bla on the campaign cot where he had always slept, and beside it was a stool with the develop-ing tray he had used to vaporize the poison. On the floor, tied to a leg of the cot, lay the body of a black Great Dah a snow-white chest, ao him were the crutches. At one window the splendor of dawn was just beginning to illumihe stifling, crowded room that served as both bedroom and laboratory, but there was enough light for him t ohe authority of death. The other……（内容加载失败！）
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