She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. Part 5 The next morning she waited in the laboratory at the lunch-hour in the reasonable certainty that he would come to her. ‘Let’s check the rest of it and then I suppose we will have to break in. She had killed him. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat.
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