Emptying the shells into her hand, she showed them to us all, and dropped them in a pocket of her skirt. She then tossed the gun carelessly on the table. It fell at the place to Mr. Punch's right; that is to say where Anne Boleyn had previously been sitting.
"The owner can claim it upon presentation of check," she said lightly.
"You seem to be well accustomed to firearms, Anne," remarked the plump Zuleika acidly.
"Now come, now come, ladies and gentlemen," said the suave Mr. Punch, rubbing his hands together. "We were all having a lovely time. Do not let this little unpleasantness spoil our evening. Let bygones be bygones. Take your seats again, I beg. There are still two magnums to be opened!"
Harlequin's face lighted up at the mention of more wine. As to the others, I cannot say what
