There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. But on arriving in the tattered saloon where he and Melusine had hidden, a shock awaited Gerald. I am a murderer. “All right, Dunster,” he said.
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