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 fine point of a sword with which, in delicate finesse, he ran him through the body.

Frost bent his head in his most courtly fashion.

"Milburn may not be all at fault; you know he has a pretty wife!" There was a secrecy in his smiling face, and he conveyed an air of mystery to those words that struck the other forcibly. At the same time the thin, straight lips, and the markings in the nose, curved with a sarcasm that looked handsomely diabolic.

"Come, what will you have gentlemen?"