on. But I expect him back every minute. I
might have known it. There was a
Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. “Will you tell Sydney that I will see him in the morning,” he said. She bolted awake in
the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and
red curtains. "
"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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