| Chapter XV | Two “Accidents” |
THE pedlar, his face twitching, put up his shaking hands.
Leon walked to him, took the Browning from his moist grip and dropped it into his pocket.
“Your friends are waiting, of course?” he said pleasantly.
The pedlar did not answer.
“Cuccini too? I thought I had incapacitated him for a long time.”
“They’ve gone,” growled the pedlar.
Gonsalez looked round in perplexity.
“I don’t want to take you into the house. At the same time, I don’t want to leave you here,” he said. “I almost wish you’d drawn that gun of yours,” he added regretfully. “It would have solved so many immediate problems.”
This particular problem was solved by the return of the dishevelled Alma and the restoration to her of her gun.