The duke lunged at an end table, flung the drawer open, and drew out a pistol. As he spun around with it, Reddleman picked him up at the hip and shoulder, hoisted him up like a dumbbell, and flung him through a bay window. The sound of shattering glass, cracking wood, and tearing curtains almost drowned out the duke’s undignified yelp. Almost. Dusting his hands, Reddleman turned to see the startled expressions of the two women in the room. “Should I have used the door?”
