He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. ‘I allow anyone in. “My wife. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four. " "Not quite," rejoined the thief-taker, significantly. That had shut him up for a while. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. You didn’t see me fall into a swoon when you cursed just now, did you?’ ‘I’m beginning to doubt if anything less than a sledgehammer would send you into a swoon,’ Gerald retorted. Somehow logic could not explain her. Annabel is my only sister, you know, almost my only relative. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming.
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