It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. ‘Parbleu,’ said Gerald. He drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperate encounter.
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