You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. “I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. He removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. Brendon made a quick movement forward. ” “You what?” she repeated incredulously. ” “What do you mean—by too late?” he demanded.
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