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Hold hard, Murgatroyd!" The rockets bellowed. Then there was a tremendous noise to end all noises, and the ship began to climb. It sped up and up and up. By the time it was out of atmosphere it had velocity enough to coast to clear space and Calhoun cut the rockets altogether.
It's her ladyship they want; she must look like an angel from Heaven to them. Shall I fire?" "Yes," said Redgrave, gripping the lever, and bringing the door down. "Zaidie, if this fellow moves put a bullet through him. I'm going to talk to that air-ship before he gets his poison-guns to work." As the last word left his lips Murgatroyd put his thumb on the spring on the Maxim.
"Anyone with her Ladyship?" "No, Sir Seymour. Her Ladyship is alone." A moment later Murgatroyd opened the drawing-room door and made the familiar announcement: "Sir Seymour Portman!" Adela was as usual on the sofa by the tea-table, near to the fireplace in which ship logs were blazing. She got up to greet him, and looked at him eagerly, almost anxiously. "I was hoping you would come.
Maril watched Calhoun in a sort of despairing indecision. The four young blueskins still slept, still bound hand and foot upon the control-room floor. Murgatroyd regarded them, and Maril, and Calhoun in turn, and his small and furry forehead wrinkled helplessly. "They can't have landed what I'm looking for!" protested Calhoun as his search had no result. "They can't.
But I confess I'm a bit doubtful and anxious now, on that score. Because, when Prydale and I got down from Whitcliffe half an hour ago where the body's now lying, at the Green Man, awaiting the inquest we found Murgatroyd hanging about the police station. He'd come to make a clean breast of it about Pratt.
Murgatroyd grabbed. The stars went out and the universe reeled and the Med Ship became a sort of cosmos all its own, into which no signal could come, no danger could enter, and in which there could be no sound except those minute ones made to prevent silence. Calhoun yawned again.
And when hundreds of men jammed themselves into a cargo-boat which could not furnish them with air to breathe, and took off and went into overdrive before the air could fail.... Orede called for no less of worry. "I think," said Calhoun dourly, "that I'll have some coffee." "Coffee" was one of the words that Murgatroyd recognized immediately.
He acted as if he were completely unconscious of the stowaway. But Murgatroyd watched her with charmed attention. Hours after her discovery, she said uneasily; "Please?" Calhoun looked up. "Yes?" "I don't know exactly how things stand." "You are a stowaway," said Calhoun. "Legally, I have the right to put you out the airlock. It doesn't seem necessary. There's a cabin. When you're sleepy, use it.
Calhoun nodded politely and went back to what he'd been doing before she appeared. "Shall I have breakfast?" she asked uncertainly. "Murgatroyd and I have," he told her. "Why not?" Silently, she operated the food-readier. She ate. Calhoun gave a very good portrayal of a man who will respond politely when spoken to, but who was busy with activities remote from stowaways.
When she sailed for England, two days later, the newspapers announced that the beautiful and attractive Miss Castleton was returning to her native land on account of the death of Lord Murgatroyd, and would spend the year on the Continent, where probably she would be joined later on by Mrs.
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