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No, they wrenched nothing out of me not by starving me, not by water torture, not by their firing-squads, not by blows, not even by making of me the drunkard I am." The pencil fell from Miss Erith's hand and the hand caught McKay's, held it, crushed it. "You're only a boy," she murmured. "I'm not much more than a girl. We've both got years ahead of us the best of our lives." "YOU have."
Johnson at Drummington, only Dr. Johnson died. Yes, and Mr. Sheridan came over and drank a great deal of wine every body drank a great deal of wine in those days and papa's wine-merchant's bill was ten times as much as Erith's is, who gets it as he wants it from Fortnum and Mason's, and doesn't keep any stock at all."
Finally the clangour broke his sombre dream and he awoke and sat up in bed, listening. Neither of the two servants answered the alarm. He swung out of bed and into slippers and dressing-gown and picked up a service pistol. As he entered the stone corridor he heard Miss Erith's door creak on its ancient hinges. "Did the bell wake you?" he asked in a low voice. "Yes. What is it?"
On the white-tiled hearth in front of the unlighted gas-logs lay the stump of a cigar. From it curled a thin thread of smoke. They stared at the smoking stub on the hearth, gazed fearfully around the dimly lighted bedroom, and peered into the dark dining-room beyond. Suddenly Miss Erith's hand tightened on his sleeve. "Hark!" she motioned.
At the same moment a chauffeur buried in coon-skins moved forward touching his cap: "Miss Erith's car is here, sir; Miss Erith expects you." McKay hesitated, scowling now in his perplexity; passed his quivering hand slowly across his face, then turned, and looked at the waiting car drawn up at the gutter. Behind the frosty window Miss Erith gave him a friendly smile.
When Clifford Vaux arrived at a certain huge building now mostly devoted to Government work connected with the war, he found upon his desk a dictionary camouflaged to represent a cook-book; and also Miss Erith's complete report. And he lost no time in opening and reading the latter document: "CLIFFORD VAUX, ESQ., "D. C. of the E. C. D., "P. I. Service.
There was no way of suspecting why all this was happening to me except by the attitude of the Huns themselves and their endless questions and threats and cruelties. They were cruel. They hurt me a lot." Miss Erith's eyes suddenly dimmed as she watched him, and she hastily bent her head over the pad. "Well," he went on, "the rest, as I say, is pure surmise.
There appeared to be no panic, no haste, no confusion. Voices were moderately low, the tone casually conversational. Miss Erith's arm remained linked in McKay's where they stood together amid the crowd. "U-boats, I fancy," she said. "Probably." After a moment: "What were you dreaming about, Mr. McKay?" she asked lightly. In the dull bluish dusk of the saloon his boyish face grew hot.
And Kay McKay was in a very bad way indeed when a coupe, speeding northward through the bitter night, suddenly veered westward, ran in to the curb, and stopped; and Miss Erith's chauffeur turned in his seat at the wheel to peer back through the glass at his mistress, whose signal he had just obeyed.
And something happened very quickly, for the man only staggered under the smashing blow and the other man's arm flew up and his pistol blazed in the gathering dusk, shattering the cairngorm on McKay's shoulder. The young woman fired from where she sat on the grass and the soft hat was jerked from Miss Erith's head.
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