"It is," replies he, absently. Then, below his breath, "and well worth fighting for.",
Mona, drawing a chair to the panelled wall, steps up on it, and, pressing her finger on the seventh panel, it slowly rolls back, betraying the vacuum behind.,
He moves as though to take up the pistol again; but Mona is beforehand with him, and, closing her fingers round it, holds it firmly..
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