’ ‘It is you who will get the head blown off,’ threatened the young lady fiercely. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously. “I’m not a good woman. She felt terrible lying to him. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. “I murdered them, John. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir.
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