She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her. I went to the theatre that night. Wood, in equal trepidation. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. She looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. In the midst of this light stood a young woman. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered.
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