g-r-r-reat

Updated: June 29, 2025

But the lord of the manor had little time to debate consequences. Abruptly the door was flung wide and a short stout man, clutching up his trousers with a frantic hand, burst into the library, brandishing overhead a rampant revolver. "'Ands hup!" he cried, leveling at Maitland. And then, with a fallen countenance; "G-r-r-reat 'eavins, sir! You, Mister Maitland, sir!"

Louis Joseph Vance - The Brass Bowl