Jack Ritchie’s voice is cold when he speaks. “Do not forget,” he says, “Madame Brigitte Bonnet, the white witch of the Dulac nation, still has a bone to pick with you regarding the Sabre of Dutra.”
Madame “She does not even know I had anything to do with the disappearance of the sabre. It could also have been one of you, as you were with me when we got rid of the Sabre of Dutra.”
“You know just as well as we do how sly that woman is,” Podolski warns him. “Do not you think those Dulacs will do anything in their power to get that damn sabre back?”
“But this a Raff,” Teuns protests, “and what has he got to do with the Sabre of Dutra? What relation does he have with the Dulacs?”
“Who told you he is a Raff? This can merely be a beautiful set-up,” Petacci says.
“And if he is not a Raff, whe
