She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. It hardly served his interests. “Martin, you realize that I’m dating someone, don’t you?” She knew his reply before he uttered it. Tell me I haven’t heard. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. We have both tried hard to develop it—you and I —and we have failed. " "Ah, yes. " "In case of need you will lend a helping hand?" "Yes—yes. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. "We've heard coming and going. ’ So pat, thought Gerald. I tried it myself, Sir.
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