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" came home, proving him right beyond all question. The effect on the man was immediate and sensational. He drew in a gulping breath and there was a faint rattle from the dreadful lungs. 'Campion!' he ejaculated in a thin voice. 'Campion. You are Campion.' He dived forward to snatch up his gun but Lugg was before him, bringing down his own revolver across the grimy wrist as it shot out over the cloth. It was a tremendous blow which might well have cracked the bone, and the sound it made was one of those ruthless noises which are inexplicably shocking in themselves. The man sobbed once, deep in his throat, with pain, and then, before either of the others realized what he was doing, he turned and rushed from them, leaving gun and money still on the table. He threw himself at the window and burst out into the storm, leaving the curtains bellying behind him as a gust of rain surged into the room. Lugg stood gaping after him. Presently he went over and closed the window. He swore steadily for some little time. 'What d'you know about that?' he said at last. 'Dirty little tyke! He made me sit up the moment I saw 'im. 'Oo's 'e working for?' Campion felt himself giggling. The money and the gun and the ridiculous mistake were all absurdities out of "
― Margery Allingham , Traitor's Purse (Albert Campion Mystery, #11)