He shrugged, and went to the window to look out—and became crosseyed as his eyes tried to cope with a single circle not more than ten inches distant. He could see the circle—and the lands on the inside spiralling into the depths of the barrel—and a cold shiver ran up his spine from there to here. Behind the heavy automatic, a dark complected man with a hawklike face grinned mirthlessly.
Kingman stepped back and the stranger swung in and sat upon the windowsill.
"Well?" asked the lawyer.
"Is it well?" asked the stranger. "You know me?"
"No. Never saw you before in my life. Is this a burglary?"
"Nope. If it were, I'd have drilled you first so you couldn't describe me."
Kingman shuddered. The stranger looked as though he meant it.
"In case you require an introduction," said the hard-faced man. "I'm Allison Murdoch."
"Hellion?"
"None other."