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UNLOADING THE USELESS
The burglar hesitated. Back of him was a sheer drop of twenty-five feet to the ground. In front of him was a determined woman, grasping in her hand a huge revolver. She covered him steadily.
“I won’t shoot,” she said, “if you will remain still.”
She advanced upon him and poking the muzzle of the gun in his face reached into his pocket and pulled out his revolver.
“Come in.”
The burglar obediently stept inside the room. All his courage was gone.
“Sit down,” said the woman.
He sat down.