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The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness butfor the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a palelight as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey
Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had seen the flash. It came from the opposite side of the street
There was nothing to be seen – just the dim outline of the opposite housetop against the blue sky. His enemy was under cover.
He looked at the smoking revolver in his hand, and with an oath he hurled it to the roof at his feet
The revolver went off with a concussion and the bullet whizzed past the sniper’s head. He was frightened back to his senses by the shock.
When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother’s face.