Take the Little P, for instance. That's a feller named Harry Hanson, and he runs a spread West of here, off the Chisholm about ten or fifteen miles. H...lf his herd is strays. When he comes in he might deliver two dozen brands. He sort of specializes in cleaning up the trail, so to speak." Ever see this brand," asked Bennet, leaning over to draw a circle in the dust on the porch. He put a Z inside with the four points touching the circle."Don't look familiar," said Davidson, who barely looked at. Burnside came back in and took the two bags to the bedroom closet. Amy glanced over at her companion to admire her thin, petite body and flawless brown skin. ‘Now I want you two to clean up.’ Burnside handed two razors and a can of shaving cream to Amy. ‘And shave between your legs. Everything. That will be part of your outfit.’ Wendy seemed completely immobilized. Amy grabbed her by the wrist and led her to the bathroom. Wendy watched sadly as Amy turned on the bathwater. When the tub was half. As I got closer the front door was open - but it shouldn't have been. As I entered the front door cautiously I heard people inside, I heard voices - and there shouldn't have been. The voices were coming from the sitting room, so I headed there, not thinking about danger. At the door I listened for a few moments - clearly burglars, two voices, both female. They hadn't heard me. I sneaked out and got some things from a cupboard by the front door, then returned to the sitting room. I knew surprise. Is that what you heard?" Yes, Monsieur. I had gone to my room, which explains why I knew nothing of the incident or of Major d'Astrignac's visit." Very well. It appears, however, from what I learned when I was released, that the butler and, for that matter, everybody in the house, including yourself, knew of the existence of that iron curtain." Certainly." And how did you know it?" Through Baron Malonyi. He told me that, during the Revolution, his great-grandmother, on the mother's side, who.