The bullet lacerated the top of her left shoulder, and the wound is painful but superficial.

She positively refuses to remain in bed, so our doctor humored her, provided she promises not to pass the time looking through the drawing-room window!" Mrs.Paxton, to whose senses the presence of armed detectives and constables in uniform was even more eloquent than her brother's words, glanced about the spacious entrance hall with wide-eyed amazement.

Once she and her brother were recognized as friends of the family, the men on duty gave them no heed.
Outside were the familiar sounds of London traffic; within were preparations for conflict.

The police carried revolvers openly in leather cases strapped to their belts.

On a table near the library door were several automatic pistols ready to be snatched up in an emergency.
An alert detective, revolver in hand, was peering through the curtains of the cloakroom; this sentry, in particular, would alarm the garrison if, as Winter had definitely warned his assistants, an attempt were ever made to enter the house by main force.
"I think I must be dreaming," she said, trying bravely to lessen the gravity of the statement by smiling at its inherent absurdity.