"Are you absolutely certain that this is going to work?"
Napoleon hoped for an answer, but Illya was doggedly pursuing the object of their hunt and neither of them could say how it would turn out.
"You know as well as I that these things are often merely a matter of chance rather than skill. One turn, one advantage… I wish I had more to offer you, my friend."
Just then the men heard the awful snap and sensed, perhaps because of their years of experience, the end of another life.
At least Napoleon's apartment was again free of mice.