„And then, startling in its crisp transatlantic tones, a voice said:“Stick ’em up.”They swerved around. Schwartz, dressed in a peculiarly vivid set of striped pyjamas stood in the doorway. In his hand he held an automatic.“Stick ’em up, guys. I’m pretty good at shooting.”He pressed the trigger — and a bullet sang past the big man’s ear and buried itself in the woodwork of the window.Three pairs of hands were raised rapidly.“

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