In Sight of St. Paul's — page 138: what you’re looking at

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! THE PANTHER AT BAY. ree sar tae But before either could make another movement, the Panther had rushed between them. ‘‘Are you both mad ?’’ she cried. ‘Then she turned toward Gridston and took the pistol from him, at the saine time whispering: ‘‘Fool, this isn’t loaded!’’ Tom, lowering his own weapon, stepped back. ‘‘Mr. Chichester, our interview, I think, is fin- ished,’”’ said Cynthia, coldly. ‘‘Rest assured, I will keep my promise. Good-night.’? ‘““Good-night.”’ Tom turned away to pick up the cabman’s coat he had borrowed from Palfrey, and, as he did so, he laid his pistol down upon the table for a moment. The Panther saw her opportunity. Darting noise- lessly forward, she deftly exchanged the weapon for the useless one Gridston had snatched from the shield. It was so rapidly done that Tom noticed nothing. He returned to the table, and, picking up the pistol, dropped it into his pocket. “T’]] make you repent this, Chichester!’’ hissed Gridston, who was still boiling with anger. ‘“(T’]] take my chances,’’ replied Tom, carelessly. He walked over to the door, and then, suddenly remembering something Fletcher had told him while they were on their way to the Aspasia Club, he paused upon the threshold. ‘(One word before I leave, Mr. Gridston,’’ he said, turning. ‘‘It has come to my ears that for some time Gomicbooks m (E(0)