I rather suspect, you know, that you live alone, and that fan is amusing and not particularly suitable." He rose and unsmilingly laid upon the table one of those heavy blue-black bull-dogs of war, a regulation revolver.

Kitty understood what this courteous act signified; he was disarming himself to reassure her.
"Sit down," she ordered.

Either he was harmless or he wasn't.

If he wasn't she was utterly at his mercy.

She might be able to lift that terrible-looking engine of murder, battle, and sudden death with the aid of both hands, but to aim and fire it--never in this world! "As I came in to-night I found a note in the hall from Mr.Gregory.I will fetch it.