16/30 Still," she went on thoughtfully, picking up the weapon, "it seems a very good revolver--and shooting people must be much easier than I supposed. All you have to do is to point the--the front of it--like this and--" "Oh, Miss Dale, dear Miss Dale!" came in woebegone accents from the other side of the tree. "For the love of heaven, Miss Dale, say no more but take it away from her--she'll have herself all riddled through with bullets like a kitchen sieve--and me too--if she's let to have it again." "Lizzie, I'm ashamed of you!" said Lizzie's mistress. "Come out from behind that tree and stop wailing like a siren. This weapon is perfectly safe in competent hands and--" She seemed on the verge of another demonstration of its powers. |