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Almost immediately there came the yell, in baffled rage: "Confound you, Don Melville! I'll settle with you for this!" "That's Mr. Farnum's voice!" throbbed the real Jack, all agog with wonder. Immediately there dashed between the trees a panting boy in a uniform identically like Benson's. "That you, Hal?" shouted the real Jack. "Yes," came a hoarse answer. "What's wrong?" "Run to Farnum quick!"
Down from the seat leaped the driver, heavy whip in hand. "Oh, you're in this, are you?" panted Jack, seeing that the driver was headed straight for him. Down low ducked the submarine boy; then came up straight at close quarters. Benson's sudden grapple deprived the driver of a chance to use the butt of his whip in the manner the fellow had intended.
That's enough for a committal. The coroner will no doubt bring a doctor from Heathfield to certify the cause of death. I've got all the statements ready. I took Benson's and the waiter's yesterday. The waiter's evidence is the principal thing, of course. Do you remember suggesting to me last night the possibility of this murder having been committed by one of Mr.
Keep on up the road; you're still dragging the hound. Look back over your shoulder and light your face up just a little that's it, use Benson's other expression. You got it fine. You're treating the skunk rough, but look what he was doing to you, trying to pinch you for something you never did. That's fine go ahead. Don't look back any more."
"You might have put it more plainly I was drinking myself to death." Benson's face grew stern. "You suggest that that is what the fellow wished?" "You can form your own opinion. My point is that it would suit him if you didn't come back from this trip. With nobody to dispute his statements, he'd prove he had a claim to all you own." Benson started. "I believe he would stick at nothing!
Just then, there came a shout over the waters. "Say, you lubbers, what did you move that boat for?" There was an instant gasp from all who turned so swiftly to look out over the water. Only Jack Benson's brown-haired head showed above the surface of the harbor, but his look was laughing, utterly care-free.
He realized that Benson's amendment was probably arranged by Archer on the previous evening. He saw why the Girondin had left the Lesque without her full cargo, and why she was loading barrels at Ferriby. He knew who it was he had seen passing in the other train as his own reached Doncaster, and he grasped the reason for Archer's visit to Selby.
Then he heard Benson open and shut the back door; then Benson in the yard; and then Benson's voice in a muttered and irritable growl, talking to himself, as he stamped around on the ground. With a lithe, agile movement, Jimmie Dale pulled himself up and through the window and began to creep rapidly on hands and knees toward the garage. It was dark, intensely dark.
"I'll show you!" snarled the Englishman. With that he aimed a blow, sideways, at Benson's head Jack ducked, then dodged out. The cane hit the tree with a force that jarred the assailant and all but dislocated his wrist. Again he dropped the stick. Benson gave a hearty ringing laugh and this enraged the Englishman past endurance. Then Jack added, "Is that the best you can do?"
She took Miss Benson's offered arm, and could hardly drag herself as far as the little quiet street in which Mr Benson's house was situated. The street was so quiet that their footsteps sounded like a loud disturbance, and announced their approach as effectually as the "trumpet's lordly blare" did the coming of Abdallah. A door flew open, and a lighted passage stood before them.
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