"My head, eh? Ha, ha, ha! You would have it would you, and have it here!
Take it then!"
At that moment a piercing shriek startled the two deadly antagonists and
in the adjoining room a white figure fell prone upon the floor.
The next moment there was a loud report and Fatia Negra fell back
lifeless on the bear skin carpet.
At the very moment when he had laughed aloud and cried: "Take it then!"
he had suddenly put the mouth of the pistol into his own mouth and fired
it off. The heavy charge blew his head to bits, Szilard felt a warm red
rain showering down upon him.
So Fatia Negra, after all, did not give up his head, the pistol shot had
annihilated it.
And nobody ever knew who Fatia Negra really was.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE ACCOMMODATION
It was now the seventh time that Mr. John Lapussa had informed Mr. Sipos
that he wanted to see him and for the seventh time word was sent back
that the lawyer could not come. Why could he not come? They could not
say. Finally a message was delivered to the effect that the lawyer could
not come either that day, or the next, or indeed on any other day in the
whole year. In a word Mr. Sipos declined to have anything more to do
with the Lapussa family or its affairs. Their transactions were not at
all to his taste.
So, as Mr. Sipos would not appear at the summons of Mr. John Lapussa,
Mr. John Lapussa must needs call upon Mr.
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