Weisner gasped, That's impossible! How could she--? Just lucky, I guess, Nick murmured, and flicked the tiny trigger on the lighter. The dart sank almost instantaneously into Wiesner's neck, and in the same instant Nick's foot lashed out and up to kick the gun from Wiesner's hand. Wiesner's mouth opened wide in the beginnings of a scream. Nick snaked out two sinewy arms and clamped a hand over the gaping mouth.
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