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The name of the attorney appointed by the court was Perry Pope. He was in his late thirties,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with a craggy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], intelligent face and sympathetic blue eyes. Tracy liked him immediately.
He walked into her cell, sat on the cot,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and said,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], "Well! You've created quite a sensation for a lady who's been in town only twenty-four hours." He grinned. "But you're lucky. You're a lousy shot. It's only a flesh wound. Romano's going to live." He took out a pipe. "Mind?"
"No."
He filled his pipe with tobacco, lit it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and studied Tracy. "You don't look like the average desperate criminal. Miss Whitney."
"I'm not. I swear I'm not."
"Convince me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]," he said. "Tell me what happened. From the beginning. Take your time."
Tracy told him. Everything. Perry Pope sat quietly listening to her story, not speaking until Tracy was finished. Then he leaned back against the wall of the cell,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a grim expression on his face. "That bastard," Pope said softly.
"I don't understand what they were talking about." There was confusion in Tracy's eyes. "I don't know anything about a painting."
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"I still don't understand."