He started to bully; the San Reve raised her shapely hand.
"Storri, let me show you." The San Reve took from the drawer of a cabinet a beautiful pistol.

She partly raised the hammer and buzzed the liberated cylinder.

It gave forth clear, musical clicks.

"Do you see ?" said the San Reve half wistfully.

"I have this!" "You would not kill Miss Harley!" exclaimed Storri nervously.
"No! Storri, no!" "Whom then ?" and Storri moistened his dry lips.