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a plane all by herself when she was nine! Her daddy was copilot, she said, but he took his hands off the controls and she brought the twin engine on down to a landing “smooth as any ten-year-old would make.” Why is it, Rhea, that you came to me? Samuel pushed his teacup and saucer away and leaned his elbows on the desk. I know I’m your father’s friend. And, as you say, I consider myself your friend, even though, till now, I can’t say as I knew you. But all this sounds beyond my ken. I help a client