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- Simon Templar: [narrating] First, there was the annual power boat race. During which a friend of mine, whom I didn't like, got both himself and another friend, who didn't like him, killed. His widow, the lovely Annabelle, would have been a lady of absolute perfection. Save for one, small detail.
- Annabelle: So, it finally strikes you that we might be in a bit of trouble here.
- Simon Templar: What? I'm sorry, I was thinking of something else.