She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female. But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it.
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