Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. She sat perfectly still, however. I told him that I would help stage your kidnapping. ” She murmured. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention.
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