He backs off.

“I’m sorry miss, I don’t need to make anymore enemies” Nils said as he tucked the knife back into his belt, and walked towards the door.

“Come back here, you bastard! He’s going to kill me, you can’t leave me!” she called, her eyes wild with desperation. She brought both her hands up to the arm around her neck, and struggled to pull herself free, be it was to no avail. The tall man smiled, and Constance's upper lip turned up with disgust. As Nils watched he ran his tongue over the young lady’s ear as she struggled anew, and her tormenter laughed heartily.

“Off with you then, whelp. Get out before I kill you too”

Nils stepped out of the doorway and into the sunlight, with the sound of the struggle behind him. He turned at the sound of ripping fabric, and Miss Foxworth’s screams. The man still had his pistol pointed at her, and with one hand had evidently grabbed the front of her fine, silk dress, and torn the bodice and her undergarments, exposing a set of firm round tits, bouncing and jiggling as she stepped back, pushed the pistol away from her direction, and stomped on the foot of the fiend.

He yelled loudly, and from upstairs came a cry from one of the inhabitants to “shut the fuck up!” Nils stepped back into the dimly lit corridor and gripping the knife flung it with lightning speed towards the lean stranger. An instant later it struck home, hitting the man in the center of his chest. He gasped loudly looking with surprise at Nils, and then to Miss Foxworth. His face took on the most devilish aspect, as he leveled his pistol at the exposed and cowering lady, and pulled the trigger.

She screamed, and Nils closed his eyes, not wanting to see the beautiful young woman’s head splattered all over the walls of the boarding house. Instead of a thunderous bang, he heard a soft hiss, and opening his eyes his saw that fortune had not smiled on the stranger, and his pistol had a flash in the pan, and the weapon had not discharged. The pistol clattered to the floor, and the tall man whispered the single word, “no” and fell bodily to the floor.

“The bastard, he ruined a brand new dress, and now my tits are on display for everyone to see!“ Constance Foxworth shrieked, and crossed her arms over her bosom. Stepping over to the dead man she looked down at his still form as Nils bent over him and retrieved his knife, and began going through the dead man’s pockets.

“Who is he, miss?” Nils asked, finding nothing but a few odd coins and a small slip of paper with the word Serpant written on it in the man’s pockets.

“He worked for a man named Guisborn, my father’s partner in the shipping firm I told you about. Guisborn had my father killed, and stole the company from me. I’ve been a thorn in his side ever since. I also have things that he wants, and I won’t give him” Miss Foxworth said as she looked around the entry way for a jacket or shirt to cover her exposed tits.

“We have to get out of here now before that constable shows up” Nils said as he picked up the pistol, a fine one by the look of it, tucked it in his belt beside the knife, and grabbed the young lady’s hand and pulled her out side behind him as she tried desperately to cover herself.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked as they weaved between the crowd.