" Mr. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear. 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. "Bravo!" cried the thief-taker approvingly.
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