The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last.
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