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The letter to his brother, which he had posted in York at three o'clock in the morning, though it gave the address of the man he was hunting, could not, any more than that which he had just entrusted to the landlord of "The Coach and Horses," reach Scotland Yard in time to bring help in the immediate danger which he foresaw danger which he would never have run the risk of bringing upon Amaryllis Caldegard but for his conviction of that worse peril threatening her.
"Has he prevented it tell me that?" cried Caldegard. And, as if in answer, the bell of Finucane's telephone jarred the nerves of all three men. While he listened to the one-sided interview between the superintendent and the instrument on his table, Caldegard's control was in danger of breaking down altogether. "Hold the line," said Finucane at last. "Dr.
"That must have been the time when you sent for Dr. Greaves at three in the morning." Caldegard nodded. "For three weeks after that," went on Amaryllis indignantly, "I thought you were horribly ill." "That, my darling," answered her father, smiling at her, "was because I was getting better."
Caldegard looked into the strange face, and almost flinched from the terrible eyes. "I'll do all you say," he replied simply. Then Randal came, pulling on his coat. His brother made him swallow whisky and water, forced the elder man to do the same, and before they left, demanded money of Randal.
Ambrotox!" she sighed scornfully. "I wish I'd never given it that pretty name. I think it's horrid stuff!" "That's what I was going to ask," said Dick. "As for publicity, my dear boy," replied Caldegard, "Ambrotox will very probably do more harm than good if its properties become general knowledge.
"Hush!" said Caldegard, looking towards the house. "Here's his brother." Sir Randal was turning the corner of the house, with an envelope in his hand. "Telegram," said Amaryllis softly. "P'r'aps it's the avalanche deferred." "D'you mind having lunch half an hour earlier, Miss Caldegard?" asked Sir Randal, as he came up. "Dick my brother is coming by an earlier train.
"But surely you've been helping him to finish it you wanted it finished," she exclaimed. "Yes, but not published," said the man. The girl's next eager question was cut short by the entrance of the parlour-maid with the morning's letters; and after her came Theophilus Caldegard. His person was as unlike the popular conception of a man of science as can well be imagined.
"If you can have this notebook found for me, I will ask that it may be posted to me at The Myrtles, Grove End, near Millsborough, as I shall only be in Paris for three days longer. "I heard, quite by chance from a friend, that Professor Caldegard was staying with Sir Randal Bellamy in Hertfordshire, so I have ventured to use his address. "Thanking you gratefully in anticipation,
Melchard obeyed, and his weapon lay three yards out of reach. "Move an inch, and I'll put a hole in your slimy heart." Melchard stood, still game enough to control in some measure the trembling which had seized him. Then Dick raised his voice. "Miss Caldegard!" he shouted. "I'm coming," came the clear voice in reply, and a patter of light feet.
But before he found words, Caldegard appeared on the terrace, shouting that it was five minutes past one, and lunch waiting. The pair walked side by side to the house. "Don't answer me to-day, Amaryllis," he said, "but just turn me and it over in your mind now and then between this and Friday." At a quarter past two that afternoon, Amaryllis, with her bull-dog, set out for a walk.
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