Naomi considered.
"There's not much in that," she said at last. "It's the custom for travellers to wait about a veranda; and what more natural than their spotting these holes and having a look at them? As long as they didn't spot my silver! Do you know why I came over to the house before putting it away?"
"No."
"To get this," said Naomi, pulling something from her pocket. She was laughing rather shyly. It was a small revolver.
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"And what is your other name, Mr. Engelhardt?"
"Hermann."
"Hermann Engelhardt! That's a lovely name. How well it will look in the newspapers!"
The piano-tuner shook his head.