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Book Excerpt: "A nasty morning," repeated the officer. "Ah! Er, yes--did you say it was a nasty morning? Indeed, I do not know, sir. However, it is very interesting." "Stranger in San Francisco?" "Well, yes. At least, I have never seen it." "H-m!" The detective was a bit nonplussed by the man's evident evasion. "Well, if you are a stranger I suppose it is up to me to come to the defence of my city. This is one of Frisco's fogs. We have them occasionally. Sometimes they last for days. This one is a low one. It will lift presently. Then you will see the sun. Have you ever seen Frisco's sun?" "My dear sir"--this same slow articulation--"I have never seen your sun nor any other." "Hum!" It was an answer altogether unexpected. Again the officer found himself gazing into the strange, refined face and wonderful eyes. The man was not blind, of that he was certain. Neither was his voice harsh or testy. Rather was it soft and polite, of one merely stating a fact. Yet how could it be? He remembered the cig Read More