Having seen to securing the chair for one of her partisans, and the sergeantess-at-arms for another, who was equipped for her martial duties with baby-blue eyes and dimples, she awaited with confidence the onslaught of the enemy, having had, not spies exactly, but, let us say, fountains of information in the hostile camp.

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The policeman decided to act upon the informant's phone call.

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