” “And you have sent him about his business. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. “You must send for the police at once, you know. You are my slave—and such you shall continue. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft.
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