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Chapter 10

           "Drunk,mostprobably!"

           AndLucio’sfacepresentedthesamerelentlessexpressionofscornIhadsooftenseenandmarvelledat.

           Wepausedamoment,watchingtheViscountstrollingaimlesslyupanddowninfrontoftheclubstillallatonceheseemedtocometoasuddenresolution,andstoppingshort,heshouted,

           "Hansom!"

           Asilent-wheeledsmartvehiclecamebowlingupimmediately.Givingsomeordertothedriver,hejumpedin.Thecabapproachedswiftlyinourdirectionjustasitpassedustheloudreportofapistolcrashedonthesilence.

           "GoodGod!"Icriedreelingbackasteportwo"Hehasshothimself!"

           Thehansomstoppedthedriversprangdownclub-porters,waiters,policemenandnoendofpeoplestartingupfromHeavenknowswhere,wereonthesceneonaninstantIrushedforwardtojointherapidlygatheringthrong,butbeforeIcoulddoso,Lucio’sstrongarmwasthrownroundme,andhedraggedmebymainforceaway.

           "Keepcool,Geoffrey!"hesaid"Doyouwanttobecalleduptoidentify?Andbetraytheclubandallitsmembers?NotwhileIamheretopreventyou!Checkyourmadimpulses,mygoodfellowtheywillleadyouintonoendofdifficulties.Iftheman’sdeadhe’sdead,andthere’sanendofit."

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