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Unformatted text preview: ike to know. Who are you? I would like to know that too." Lightner was looking away, weary, saddened. "I told you there was a family emergency this morning, did I not?" "Yes, I'm sorry to hear it. I didn't mean to be insensitive on that account. I was mad about your friend." "I know," said Lightner affably. "I understand. He should not have behaved that way. I'll call the Motherhouse in London. I'll try to find out why that happened. Or more truly, I'll make certain that nothing like that ever happens again." There was a little blaze of temper in the man's eyes for an instant, and then something sour and fearful in his gaze. Very transitory. He smiled pleasantly. "I'll take care of it." "Appreciate it," said Lark. "How did you know about Mitch Flana- gan and the Keplinger Institute?" "You could call it a guess," said Lightner. He was deeply disturbed by all this; that was plain even though his face was now a carefully pai...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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