117/152 As has been remarked, he was sitting at one end of the vestry-table, Power at the other, the green cloth stretching between them. On the edge of the table adjoining Mr.Power a shining nozzle of metal was quietly resting, like a dog's nose. It was directed point-blank at the young man. 'Ah--a revolver ?' he said. 'As a traveller I always carry one of 'em,' he returned; 'and for the last five minutes I have been closely considering whether your numerous brains are worth blowing out or no. |