With a drawn cutlass in one hand and a cocked pistol in the other, Blueskin rushed up stairs. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. The doorman replied, tipping his cap, “I don’t speak much Italian these days, not since my mother died.
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