You've already decided that some morning I'll turn up missing, or be dug out from under a fall of rock, or go peacefully floating down the Athabasca.

See! There's nothing in that hand, is there ?" He stretched out an empty hand toward them, palm up.
"And now!" A twist of the wrist so swift their eyes could not follow, a metallic click, and the startled group were staring into the black muzzle of a menacing little automatic.
"That's known as the sleeve trick, boys," explained Aldous with his imperturbable smile.

"It's a relic of the old gun-fighting days when the best man was quickest.

From now on, especially at night, I shall carry this little friend of mine just inside my wristband.

There are eleven shots in it, and I shoot fairly straight.