a gallery on Fourteenth Street. He's a dead shot!\"
Mr. Punch smiled cruelly between the false nose and chin. \"I guess we've heard enough,\" he said. \"Let's take him to the police.\"
V
At last Mme. Storey spoke up—but she seemed to have no more mercy for the snivelling Abdullah-Harris than the rest of them. \"You'd better make him come clean first,\" she suggested. \"If he's going to deny everything the police will hold us all.\"
a gallery on Fourteenth Street. He's a dead shot!\"
Mr. Punch smiled cruelly between the false nose and chin. \"I guess we've heard enough,\" he said. \"Let's take him to the police.\"
V
At last Mme. Storey spoke up—but she seemed to have no more mercy for the snivelling Abdullah-Harris than the rest of them. \"You'd better make him come clean first,\" she suggested. \"If he's going to deny everything the police will hold us all.\"
