Items for sale plus great gun deals by Australian shooters and firearms dealers are advertised for three months unless sold. Guns for sale in Australia and everything used by the Australian shooter may be found on this site. ' He couldn't understand the foreign speech, but he knew what she meant from her behaviour.Used guns for sale, second hand guns, used rifles, second hand air rifles, air guns, used shotguns, used rifle scopes, used target rifles, second hand competition guns, used military rifles and longarms, used lever action guns, single shot rifles, antique guns, reloading gear, hunting rifles, shooting accessories, gunsmiths, hunting guides, outfitters, hunting and skinning knives, taxidermy. He could hear her disapproving governess voice, then she was back in the passage saying, 'The Minister will see you. 'Stay where you are,' she said, and walked back up the passage. She took the letter primly and held it up close to her pince-nez. He held the letter of introduction out to her silently as long as she didn't hear his foreign voice or see the hare-lip she was safe. He wanted to spare her, not because he minded a killing but because his employers would prefer him not to exceed his instructions. She didn't allow him to speak, but snapped at him in German, 'The Minister is engaged. She had been on the point of leaving and she was furious at being caught. She had her hat on and her coat was over her arm.
A woman opened the door, an elderly woman with pince-nez and several gold teeth. But Raven was a minute too early and the Minister half an hour too late. This little top-floor flat was the socialist's home he lived in a poor bare solitary way and Raven had been told that his secretary always left him at half-past six he was very considerate with his employees. He took a pair of clippers out of his pocket and cut through the telephone wire where it ran out from above the door to the lift shaft. Outside the top flat he put down his attache case and put on gloves. He turned into one of the tall grey houses and climbed the stairs, a sour bitter screwed-up figure. He had learnt, when he was very young, how repulsive it was. Perhaps even now he was on his way to meet his girl.īut Raven had never had a girl. An economical young man, you might have thought, saving money for his home. A tram went by, lit up in the early dusk: he didn't take it. He moved steadily up the street like hundreds of his kind. He looked like any other youngish man going home after his work his dark overcoat had a clerical air. It had always, from the first, been necessary for Raven to eliminate a witness. When you carried about so easy an identification you couldn't help becoming ruthless in your methods. A hare-lip was a serious handicap in his profession it had been badly sewn in infancy, so that now the upper lip was twisted and scarred.
It was a good excuse for turning the collar of his coat well above his mouth. The cold wind cut Raven's face in the wide Continental street. He had only seen the Minister once: he had been pointed out to Raven as he walked down the new housing estate between the small lit Christmas trees, an old grubby man without friends, who was said to love humanity.
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