Stolz reached frantically under his dress-folds for the deadly little pistol that he always kept there. But he was still a novice in the mysteries of feminine apparel. And, before his fingers could close on the weapon, Bruce's bared fangs were gleaming at his throat. Stolz ceased to search for the weapon. And, as before, he threw up both frantic hands to ward off the furious jaws.
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