“No,” said Fin. “This is as good a place as any to see what he’ll do.” They stopped. Looking back Fin saw that the black sedan was the third car behind them. As soon as it stopped Nipperg jumped out. Fin drew his gun, but Nipperg was ostentatiously showing empty hands. His ugly convulsed face appeared at the window. With scarcely a glance at Fin’s gun, he addressed himself to Daisy. “Come out of that!” he snarled. “You’re my wife. You can’t get away from me.” Daisy’s eyes were closed. She moaned in an extremity of …
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