A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. I wonder——” He turned slowly round. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. Just because I attempt to seek the worst of men to kill, it doesn’t make it right. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to be coming from. The reward is mine. ’ Gerald gazed at her without expression.
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