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"He went, yes, miss; but I don't know if he succeeded." Carneta poured out some tea. "Now that you speak of it," she said, "I too have heard that the Gate House is very picturesque. What objection can Mr. Isaacs have to photographers?" "Well, you see, miss, to get a picture of the house, you have to pass right through the grounds." "I should walk right up to the house and ask permission. Is Mr.
One man there was who might have helped the search, Earl Dexter. But Earl Dexter was himself wanted by Scotland Yard! From the time of the bank affair up to the moment when this beautiful visitor had come to my chambers I had thought Dexter, as well as Hassan, to have fled secretly from England. But the moment that I saw Carneta at my door I divined that The Stetson Man must still be in London.
Upchurned in bloody foam became the water of that dreadful place.... As one recalls the incidents of a fevered dream, I recall dragging Carneta away from the contorted body of the death-stricken reptile. A nightmare chaos of horrid, revolting sights and sounds forms my only recollection of quitting the dungeon of the slipper.
"Just tie his handkerchief around his mouth," directed Dexter: "that will keep him quiet long enough for our purpose. I hope you will be released soon, Mr. Cavanagh," he added. "Greatly regret the necessity." Carneta bound the handkerchief over my mouth. Dexter extinguished the gas. "Mr.
Then we came upon a short, descending stair, at its foot a massive oaken door. Carneta glided down, noiseless as a ghost, and to one of the blackened panels applied an ingenious little instrument which she carried in her knapsack.
Where the road upon which we stood wound down into the valley and lost itself amid the trees surrounding the Gate House, the car suddenly appeared again, and began to mount the slope toward us! "Heavens!" whispered Carneta. "He may have seen us with glasses! Quick! Let us walk back until the hill-top conceals us; then we must hide somewhere!" I shared her excitement.
Then I saw it again, nearer to us and nearer to the Gate House. Finally it disappeared among the trees. I turned to Carneta. She, too, had been watching. Now her gaze met mine. "Mr. Isaacs!" she said; and her voice was less musical than usual. "His chauffeur, who learned his business in Cairo, is probably the only one of his servants who remains in England." "What!" I began and said no more.
Cavanagh of his gun!" Instantly the girl, with deft fingers, had obtained possession of my revolver. "Step inside," said the crisp, strident voice. Knowing myself helpless and quite convinced that I was indeed in the clutches of desperate people, I entered the doorway, the door being held open from within. She whom I had heard called Carneta followed.
Bristol heard the door of the outer office open, and a moment later that upon which his gaze was set opened in turn, to admit a girl who was heavily veiled, and who started and stood still in the doorway, on perceiving the situation. Never for one unguarded moment did the American glance aside from his prisoner. "The Inspector's dropped in, Carneta!" he drawled in his strident way.
Cavanagh!" directed an American voice. Nerves atwitch, I started around in its direction. From behind the slightly opened door of No. 48 protruded a steel barrel, pointed accurately at my head! I hesitated, glancing from the woman toward the open door. "Do it quick!" continued the voice incisively. "You are up against a desperate man, Mr. Cavanagh. Raise your hands. Carneta, relieve Mr.
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