There was a little silence. She looked down at the weapon, open in my hand. She said quietly, "It isn't loaded, is it?" "No," I said. "it isn't loaded, Doc." I took the cartridges from my pocket and started feeding them into the empty chambers. "You weren't really trying to trap him, were you?" I said, "I wanted to see if he was there. If he'd come in close, I'd have taken him if I could. I didn't really expect him to come in. It was too obvious a trp to catch a pro." "But you were really testing me." Her voice was quite even. 'Weren't youi?" I looked up from the gun. Her eyes met mine steadily. Even with the glasses on, they were pretty nice eyes. She was rather an attractive person, when she didn't have that grim, haggard, arrogant look, I reflected. Or maybe I was just getting used to her.

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