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Fortunately, most of the inns nowadays keep supplies of petrol for just such emergencies." "Are we ? Do you think ?" "Oh, no; not a bit of danger of that," returned Brentwick hastily. "They'll not catch up with us this night. That is a very inferior car they have, so Charles says, at least; nothing to compare with this.
The girl had seated herself on one end of an extremely comfortless lounge and was making a palpable effort to seem at ease. Brentwick stood at one of the windows, shoulders rounded and head bent, hands clasped behind his back as he peered out into the night. Kirkwood dropped the traveling bag beneath a chair the farthest removed from the doorway, and took to pacing the floor.
My pleasure in being invited to interfere in your young affairs is more keen than you can well surmise. Moreover," said Mr. Brentwick, "so long have I been an amateur adventurer that I esteem it the rarest privilege to find myself thus on the point of graduating into professional ranks." He rubbed his hands, beaming upon them.
Kirkwood to the right, Brentwick to the left of Dorothy, the former carrying the treasure bag, they hastened down the walk and through the gate to the car. The watcher across the way was moved to whistle shrilly; the other car lunged forward nervously. Brentwick taking the front seat, beside the mechanician, left the tonneau to Kirkwood and Dorothy.
"I should like that," assented the girl decidedly. Kirkwood nodded his approval, opened the door and jumped out to assist her; then picked up the bag and followed the pair, Brentwick leading the way with Dorothy on his arm. At the doorway of the Crown and Mitre, Charles met them evidently seriously disturbed.
If he missed it, he would be stranded in a foreign land, penniless and practically without friends Brentwick being away and all the rest of his circle of acquaintances on the other side of the Channel. Yet he lingered, in poor company, daring fate that he might see the end of the affair. Why? There was only one honest answer to that question.
I believe that in substance such was your sapient counsel to me in the cabin of the Alethea; was it not?... And you, sir!" fixing Brentwick with a cold unfriendly eye. "You animated fossil, what d'you mean by telling me to go to the devil?... But let that pass; I hold no grudge. What might your name be?" "It might be Brentwick," said that gentleman placidly. "Brentwick, eh?
Before they left the house, while Dorothy was above stairs resuming her hat and coat, Kirkwood and Brentwick reconnoitered from the drawing-room windows, themselves screened from observation by the absence of light in the room behind.
And, with a jerk of his head towards the doorway, in which Dorothy now waited, hesitant: "Come, sir quickly!" Kirkwood choked on a laugh that was half a sob. "Brentwick!" he cried, restoring the weapon to his pocket and running toward his friend. "Of all happy accidents!" "You may call it that," retorted the elder man with a fleeting smile as Kirkwood slipped inside the dooryard.
"And if you should see a pair of disreputable scoundrels skulking, in the neighborhood, one short and stout, the other tall and evidently a seafaring man, let me know." "Thank you, sir." A moment later the front door was heard to close. Brentwick turned with a little bow to the girl.
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