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Chapter 26

           Shewantedtocry:"Putitdown!Putitdown,youdirty"butwordswouldnotcome.Shecouldonlystareoverthebanistersathimandwatchhisfacechangefromharshtensenesstoahalf-contemptuous,half-ingratiatingsmile.

           "Sothereissomebodyterhome,"hesaid,slippinghispistolbackintoitsholsterandmovingintothehalluntilhestooddirectlybelowher."Allalone,littlelady?"

           Likelightning,sheshovedherweaponoverthebanistersandintothestartledbeardedface.Beforehecouldevenfumbleathisbelt,shepulledthetrigger.Thebackkickofthepistolmadeherreel,astheroaroftheexplosionfilledherearsandtheacridsmokestunghernostrils.Themancrashedbackwardstothefloor,sprawlingintothediningroomwithaviolencethatshookthefurniture.Theboxclatteredfromhishand,thecontentsspillingabouthim.Hardlyawarethatshewasmoving,Scarlettrandownthestairsandstoodoverhim,gazingdownintowhatwasleftofthefaceabovethebeard,abloodypitwherethenosehadbeen,glazingeyesburnedwithpowder.Asshelooked,twostreamsofbloodcreptacrosstheshiningfloor,onefromhisfaceandonefromthebackofhishead.

           Yes,hewasdead.Undoubtedly.Shehadkilledaman.

           Thesmokecurledslowlytotheceilingandtheredstreamswidenedaboutherfeet.

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