"
"Of course you haven't," Garson answered with much pride. "I'm
the first man in the business to get one, and I'll bet on it. I
keep up with the times." For once, he was revealing that
fundamental egotism which is the characteristic of all his kind.
"That's one of the new Maxim silencers," he continued. "With
smokeless powder in the cartridges, and the silencer on, I can
make a shot from my coat-pocket, and you wouldn't even know it
had been done. . .. And I'm some shot, believe me."
"Impossible!" Mary ejaculated.
"No, it ain't," the man asserted. "Here, wait, I'll show you."
"Good gracious, not here!" Mary exclaimed in alarm. "We would
have the whole place down on us."
Garson chuckled.
"You just watch that dinky little vase on the table across the
room there. 'Tain't very valuable, is it?"
"No," Mary answered.
In the same instant, while still her eyes were on the vase, it
fell in a cascade of shivered glass to the table and floor. She
had heard no sound, she saw no smoke. Perhaps, there had been a
faintest clicking noise.
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