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But they will be stirring early they will have to get the Bridgers off, you know." It was Dill who lay and smiled quizzically into the dark and listened to the wide-awake breathing of the man beside him breathing which betrayed deep emotion held rigidly in check so far as outward movement went.
"Unless ?" she repeated with a sinking heart in spite of her assurance. "Bridgers was speaking to me of you. He who is driving." He nodded to the dimly outlined shoulders of the chauffeur. "He has been a faithful fellow " "You wouldn't?" she gasped. "Why not?" he said coolly. "I don't want you. Bridgers thinks that you are beautiful." "Is he a Hun, too?" she asked, and he jerked round toward her.
I knew he would not try to dispatch his message by the ordinary courses and I suspected all along that he had established a pigeon-post. The bill gave me all the information I wanted. It took us a long time to find the tradesman, but once we had discovered him he directed us to the farm. We took along a couple of local policemen and arrested Bridgers in the garage." She shivered.
Pop Bridgers saw him and came bow-legging eagerly forward with gossip titillating on his meddlesome tongue, but Lone stalked by him with only a surly nod. Bob Warfield he saw at a distance and gave no sign of recognition. He met Hawkins coming down from his house and stopped in the trail. "Have you got time to go back to the office and fix up my time, Hawkins?" he asked without prelude.
During his first visit, the foreman's wife told him that the young lady was still too sick to talk much. The second time he went, Pop Bridgers spied him first and cackled over his coming to see the girl.
I will leave your husband something which he will not touch!" He was shaking in every limb. He dashed to the door and bellowed "Bridgers!" Presently she heard a footstep in the hall. "Come, my friend," van Heerden shouted, "you shall have your wish. It is " "How are you going, van Heerden? Quietly or rough?" He spun round. There were two men in the doorway, and the first of these was Beale.
"I shall leave England to-morrow, soon after daybreak," he replied, with assurance, "by aeroplane, a long-distance flying-machine will land on my Sussex farm which will have British markings indeed, it is already in England, and I and my good Bridgers will pass your coast without trouble." He peered out of the window.
She saw that the key was in the lock on the outside of the door and this she watched. But he made no attempt to withdraw it and closed the door behind him softly. "My name is Bridgers," he whispered, "van Heerden has told you about me Horace Bridgers, do you ?" He took a little tortoiseshell box from the pocket of his frayed waistcoat and opened it with a little kick of his middle finger.
"I don't mind people who take cocaine as long as they are taking it. It's between dopes that they get on my nerves." "Dr. Milsom speaks like a Christian and an artist," said Bridgers, with sudden cheerfulness. "If I didn't dope, van Heerden, I should not be working in your beastly factory, but would probably be one of the leading analytical chemists in America.
The doctor had opened the door himself with a key, and no servant had appeared, nor apparently did he expect them to appear. She learnt afterwards that there were two farm servants, an old man and his wife, who lived in a cottage on the estate and came in the daytime to do the housework and prepare a cold supper against their master's coming. Bridgers did not make his appearance.
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