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Though I don't see myself why hair isn't respectable, do you?" "It looks odd," answered Ella carelessly. Deede Dawson laughed again, and walked on to where Dunn was standing waiting for him. With his perpetual smile that his cold and evil eyes so strangely contradicted, he said to him: "Well, what have you and Ella been talking about?" "Why do you ask?" growled Dunn.
Dunn perceived that a need was on him to know for certain whether his dreadful secret had been discovered or not. Until he had assured himself on that point Dunn felt comparatively safe, but he still knew also that to allow the faintest suspicion to dawn in Deede Dawson's mind would mean for him instant death.
The sensation passed and he saw Deede Dawson as it were a long way off, and between them the packing-case, huge, monstrous, and evil, like a thing of dread from some other world. Violent shudderings swept though him one after the other, and he was aware that Deede Dawson was speaking again. "What did you say?" he asked vacantly, when the other paused. "You look ill," Deede Dawson answered.
Next morning Deede Dawson called him while he was busy in the garage and insisted on his trying to solve another chess problem. "I haven't managed the other yet," Dunn protested. "It's not too easy to hit on these key-moves." "Never mind try this one," Deede Dawson said; and Ella, going out for a morning stroll with her mother, saw them thus, poring together over the travelling chess-board.
"Look here, how do I know you mean all you say about Rupert Dunsmore? What's he to you?" "Nothing," answered Deede Dawson promptly. "Nothing. But there's some one I'm acting for to whom he is a good deal." "Who is that?" Dunn asked sharply. "Do you think I'm going to tell you?" retorted the other, and laughed in his cold, mirthless manner. "Perhaps you aren't the only one who owes him a grudge."
As a child in play sports with its doll, so Rupert swung Deede Dawson twice about his head, round and round and then loosed him so that he went hurling through the air with awful force, like a stone shot from a catapult, clean through the window through which Rupert had the moment before tossed his pistol with but little more apparent effort.
For the mere fact that he was back again so soon would show at once that something had gone seriously wrong, and once Deede Dawson knew that, he would be, Rupert well realized, in a very desperate and reckless mood and ripe for committing any mischief that he could.
Each knew, too, that the slightest movement he made would set the other shooting, and each realized that in that close and narrow space any exchange of shots must almost of necessity mean the death of both, since both were cool and deadly marksmen, well accustomed to the use of the revolver. Deede Dawson was the first to speak. "Well, what next?" he said.
FABRICIO. No in no wise: for that you ought to varie the facion of the armie, according to the qualitie of the situacion, and the condicion and quantitie of the enemie, as before this reasonyng dooe ende, shall bee shewed certaine insamples: but this forme is given unto you, not so moche as moste strongeste of all, where in deede it is verie strong, as to the intente that thereby you maie take a rule, and an order to learne to knowe the waies to ordeine the other: for as moche, as every science hath his generalitie, upon the whiche a good part of it is grounded.
Dunn did not answer at first, and for some moments the two men stood watching each other and staring into each other's eyes as though each was trying to read the depths of the other's soul. "Suppose," said Deede Dawson very softly. "Suppose you were to meet Rupert Dunsmore alone quite alone?"
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