Simmonds levelled the revolver at the target. He trembled momentarily as he saw Piccolo loom large down the barrel. Had their eyes ever engaged so deeply? She silently mouthed ‘I love you’. He exhaled and squeezed the trigger.
Piccolo fell to the ground.
Smith slumped back against the wall, the impact of the bullet hitting his shoulder forcing him to release Piccolo and drop the knife. Simmonds rushed over, picked her up and carried her onto the bed. She was understandably shocked but physically unharmed. By now Smith had been restrained by two footmen who ran in after hearing the shot. Lord B went back to his study and phoned through directly to Chief Inspector Dawson.