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A Sucker Seduced - Part VIII - A Craven Danger Mystery

Sidney Green sat in the Worthington kitchen enjoying his inflated donut and coffee.

A Sucker Seduced - Part VII - A Craven Danger Mystery

An edited version. Wherein Miss Tanner changes her tone. She was being much too nice.
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A Sucker Seduced - Part VI - A Craven Danger Mystery

“But what about Mr. Worthington in the elevator shaft?” said Betty.
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A Sucker Seduced - Part V - A Craven Danger Mystery

“Pull over, Sidney,” said Betty. “I think this is it.” “I hope so, Miss,” said Sidney. “My hemorrhoids doth protest too much, methinks.” “They doth?” said Betty.
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A Sucker Seduced - Part IV - A Craven Danger Mystery

Jonathan T. Winthrop was an old hound dog whose bark had long been laid to rest. But he still had some of his wits about him.

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