For beneath the suave smile of the Duellist they read the intent of the Murderer.
One evening the student arrived back at Stephen the Murderer's.
When they arrived, the pope cried out, "Stephen the Murderer, where are you?"
My hair stands on end, and a terrible voice cries to me, 'Murderer!
She made no answer to him, nor did she speak at all except one word, and that word ...