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As he leaned down to light it, Jocelyn Thew's practiced eye caught the shape of a revolver in his hip pocket. "English," he murmured softly to himself. "Probably one of Crawshay's lot, preparing a report for him when he returns from Chicago." With an anticipatory smile, he entered upon the task of shaking off his unwelcome follower.
"Old Crawshay's a true sportsman, and he'll do by us as we've done by him; besides, this makes us quits; and I don't think, Bunny, that we'll take on the professors again!"
Richard made no further attempt to escape, stepped into the lift of his own accord, and threw himself into an easy-chair as soon as the little party entered Crawshay's sitting room. There was a gloomy frown upon his forehead, but the sight of a whisky decanter and a soda-water syphon upon the sideboard, appeared to cheer him up.
"More of Crawshay's tomfoolery, I suppose?" "More of Mr. Crawshay's tomfoolery," the captain acknowledged. "Robins is accused of having received a Marconigram of which he took no note, and which he handed to a passenger. He is also accused of attempting to communicate with an enemy raider." A peculiar smile parted Jocelyn's lips.
What you've got to do is to stick to these chaps, especially if they search my rooms; they mustn't poke about more than necessary, and they won't if you're there." "But where will you be? You're never going to leave me to be landed alone?" "If I do, it will be to turn up trumps at the right moment. Besides, there are such things as windows, and Crawshay's the man to take his risks.
You were part of his plot from the very first, and no more than that." "I cannot believe this," she said slowly. Crawshay's face darkened. "It is no business of mine, Miss Beverley," he declared, "but if you will forgive my saying so, you must be infatuated by this man. The evidence is perfectly clear.
While there are Chapman zebras and Grant zebras in plenty, and of Crawshay's not a few, all these are forms that have developed northward of the range of the parent species, the original Equus burchelli. For half a century in South Africa the latter had been harried and driven and shot, and now it is gone, forever.
The immediate question, however, is are you going to submit to search or not?" Richard glanced at that ominous glitter in Crawshay's right hand, glanced at Brightman, and at the giant who was standing barely a yard away, and shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose you must do what you want to," he acquiesced sullenly, "but you'll have to answer for it I can tell you that. It's a damnable liberty!"
There was a smouldering light in the other's eyes, such a light as might gleam in the tiger's eyes before his spring. Crawshay's hand slipped to his hip pocket. So for a moment they remained. Then Jocelyn Thew shrugged his shoulders, and the tense moment was past. "There seems to be some one on this ship," he said quietly, "who knows more than is good for him."
"Her brother!" Crawshay exclaimed. "The connecting link!" Brightman murmured. Meanwhile, the little dinner at Claridge's, of which sketchy tidings were being conveyed to the two occupants of Crawshay's flat by Henshaw, was settling down, so far as the two men were concerned, into a cheery enough meal.
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