"And mademoiselle does not miss her aim?"
"Never."
"Provided, of course, that she has a first-class weapon?"
"Oh, no. A good shot can use any kind of weapon that comes to hand ... even an old-fashioned contraption like this."
She gripped the butt of an old pistol, provided herself with six cartridges, and aimed at the card-board target cut out by the Count.
The first shot was a bull's-eye. The second cut the black circle. The third was a bull's-eye.
The Count was amazed.
"It's marvelous.... She doesn't even take the trouble to aim. What do you say to that, d'Estreicher?"
The bearded nobleman, as Dorothy called him, cried enthusiastically:
"Unheard of! Marvelous! You could make a fortune, Mademoiselle!"