A low whistle
stopped Spaghetti in his tracks. Unholstering his revolver, he hurried over to
the shadowy figure of Panda who was crouching beside a large stain on the
floor. He whispered: “Blood, lots of it. Still damp in
the middle. This morning, last night; I’m no expert.”
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