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I'm prepared to deal with him I don't know you and don't want to." "Unfortunately Mr. Eustace cannot be present. But I am in his place. I arrived from the head office this morning with the gold you demand as payment for the sale of Waroona Downs. You may have noticed it as you came in the bags are on the counter in charge of the police escort." "But where's Eustace? That's what I want to know."
I have had to bring with me not only sufficient funds to enable the bank to carry on its ordinary business, but a further twenty-five thousand in gold to carry through the purchase of Waroona Downs from Mr. Dudgeon." "Why is it necessary for all this gold to be used? I did not care to ask Mr. Harding, but if it is not a bank secret " "Oh, it is no secret," Wallace exclaimed. "Mr.
He bent his head and placed his ear to her breast above her heart. There was not the faintest throb, and he took his arm from around her. As he did so she rolled over, her face upturned towards the moon, at which her wide-open eyes stared and her mouth gaped. The Rider of Waroona was dead! With bowed head and aching heart Durham bent over her.
What would become of the place if you left the force of which you are such an ornament? It's fairy tales you are telling me. And you have never said a word yet about your journey. What news did you hear when you reached Waroona?" "I suppose you have not heard about Eustace?" he asked. "Eustace? What's the matter with Eustace now?" "He was found yesterday."
"Someone started the yarn last night, so Gale told me. There's an idea that old Mr. Dudgeon is at the back of the whole affair; that he hired the man they call the Rider to rob the bank in the first instance, so as to prevent the sale of Waroona Downs being completed. Eustace is supposed to have been bribed to join the conspiracy." "That's rather an ingenious theory. Whose is it?"
The Rider!" came in a chorus of hoarse shouts. "After him, lads, after him." There was a scatter and scamper as men fled for their horses. Barebacked, many with the bridle scarcely secure, all without weapons, the men of Waroona raced pell-mell down the road. Behind them, armed and orderly, Durham and his constable spurred their horses in pursuit. "The fools!
"Don't you remember leaving there? You ought to. Don't you remember how we got you into the waggonette? When we put you on the blankets? Just think. You're at Waroona Downs. Mrs. Burke brought you." "But I how did I get here?" Durham repeated, glancing again round the room. Then it was that the memory of the cry forced itself to the front. "Who was it?" he asked. "Who was it?"
Now there's the place in ruins and ashes. It must have burned out hours ago, for there's not a spark left, only the remains of the two lying charred to cinders." Coming on top of the other news circulating amongst the townsfolk, the destruction of Waroona Downs, with its two inmates, exhausted the local capacity for wonder.
I'm on my way to Waroona; but I've been travelling all day and my horse is a bit knocked up. Can I turn him into one of your paddocks for the night?" "Grass is worth money these times," the old man said slowly. "I suppose the Government will pay me for the use of the paddock, won't they?" "You can demand it, of course, if you care to," Durham replied. "And where are you going to camp?
So there's no more to be had out of him; but what would it be worth to that villain of a husband of hers if Sub-Inspector Durham were below ground? The only chance I have of ever seeing my papers again, Mr. Wallace, is with him. I'll go and drive him out to Waroona Downs and nurse him myself. I'll not let it be said that Nora Burke forgot a friend in his hour of need."
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