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Besides, there was no telling when an arrest might be made in the Bullard murder case that just by itself would provide ample excuse for an extra. Two days had passed and two nights since the killing of Attorney-at-Law Rodney G. Bullard, and still the killing, to quote a favorite line of the local descriptive writers, "remained shrouded in impenetrable mystery."
And yet the thing appeared preposterous. Bullard and Lancaster were rich men, and while his acquaintance with the former had been comparatively slight, memories of the latter's frequent kindnesses and hospitality had warmed his heart many a time during his exile in the Arctic. Lancaster a trafficker in murder? Lancaster the delicate, gentle father of the girl who had promised to wait for him?
He would have to act at high speed, but he was used to crises. As to Mr. Marvel, well, that clever person was going to be made useful to begin with; afterwards.... Bullard broke away from the clutches of thought to attend to the more urgent letters. He had just finished when his colleague came in. "Hullo, Lancaster," he cried cheerfully, "I fancied your doctor had commanded rest.
We've got to catch that train, and I've got to go to the bank first." Lancaster sat up. "Bullard," he said hoarsely, "I won't have anything to do with this beastly business." Bullard smiled. "Very well, Lancaster," he said pleasantly; "I'll take your cheque for twenty-four thousand and seventy-five pounds." "My God!" It was the sum he owed the Syndicate.
Again he was facing the two men; and now he was speaking directly to them: "Pilot Harkness and Master Pilot Bullard, for you the world has been forced to create a new honor, a new mark of the world's esteem. For you two have done what never men have done before. We who have preceded you have subdued the air; but you, gentlemen, you the first of all created beings to do so have conquered space.
Bullard got in, Teddy followed, and the cab started. "Wow," began Bullard, "what the " "Hope you don't mind my smoking," said Teddy, lighting a cigarette. "Rather an uncomfy corner you've just come out of, Mr. Bullard." "Kindly choose your words more carefully 'corner' does not apply to my recent unpleasant experience and name your business."
"Get out of this," said Bullard crisply, and stood away from the door. "Really," said the visitor with an absurdly pained look, "this is a very unkind reception." He was a small individual of dark complexion, leering eyes and vulgar mouth. His clothing was respectable, if not fashionable; he displayed a considerable amount of starched linen of indifferent lustre. "Get out!"
The judge did not volunteer the information, but the colonel knew instinctively whence came opposition to his plan, and investigation confirmed his intuition. Judge Bullard was counsel for Fetters in all matters where skill and knowledge were important, and Fetters held his note, secured by mortgage, for money loaned.
"Excuse me, sir," said Caw, "but my master is still in the house." Lancaster started, and took a hasty gulp, spilling a little. "I beg your pardon and his," said Bullard gravely. "But I am not often 'had. Now, look here, Caw; I have still nine hundred and ninety pounds here. They are yours, if you can tell me where the collection is at the present moment."
"Amen!" said Bullard, in clear tones. Lancaster took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. Still gazing at the loch, Christopher continued "I will speak of the living my nephew, Alan." He lifted his hand as though to check a contradiction. "I am well aware that you believe him dead, and I cannot get away from the fact that the wretched twopence-ha'penny expedition came home without him.
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