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He had a very keen recollection of certain pages of poetry he had seen on the table at Schlestadt, of certain conversations in the berlin when he had feigned to sleep. Wogan caught him by the arm. "I must know. Here have I lost two hours out of one poor fortnight. I must know." "Why?" Gaydon stood quite unmoved, and with a remarkable sternness of expression.
O'Toole passed through a door at the bottom of the staircase into the common-room of the inn. Wogan gently opened the big doors and dragged the carriage out into the road. Gaydon with the horses galloped silently up through the snow, and together the two men feverishly harnessed them to the carriage. There were six for the carriage, and a seventh for O'Toole to ride.
Wogan opened the lower door of the inn and called for O'Toole. O'Toole came running out before Wogan had ended his words, and sprang into his saddle. Gaydon was already on the box with the reins gathered in his hand.
"Drive on," replied Wogan, through his clenched teeth. Upon the other side of the carriage, Misset shouted through the window, "There is a spring by the roadside." "Drive on," said Wogan. Gaydon touched him on the arm. "You will stifle her, man." Wogan woke to a comprehension of his attitude, and placed Clementina back on her seat. Mrs.
"I have ordered them," said Gaydon, "at the post-house. I will fetch them;" and he hurried off upon his errand. Wogan turned to O'Toole. "And the bill?" "I have paid it." "There is no one awake in the house?" "No one but the landlady." "Good! Can you keep her engaged until we are ready?" "To be sure I can. She shall never give a thought to any man of you but myself."
Spade decided that the best thing to be done was to spring upon him as he passed and stifle his cries and overpower him before he could attempt to offer any resistance. The carrying off of the mad inventor would be easy enough, inasmuch as he was unconscious, and could not raise a finger to help himself. Gaydon came round a clump of bushes and approached the entrance to the pavilion.
But if the door was locked, how were they going to get in? Captain Spade must have asked himself. He had no key, and to attempt to effect an entrance through the window would be hazardous, for, unless Gaydon could be prevented from giving the alarm, he would rouse the whole establishment. There was no help for it, however. The essential was to get possession of Roch.
"You have bad news," said he. "There was never worse," answered Gaydon. He had run so fast, he was so discomposed, that he could with difficulty speak. But he gasped his bad news out in the end. "I went to my brother major to report my return. He was entertaining his friends. He had a letter this morning from Strasbourg and he read it aloud.
Misset, who put her head from the carriage and bade him stop. Gaydon brought the horses to a standstill three miles out of Innspruck. Wogan jumped down from his box and ran to the carriage-door. "Her Highness is ill?" he cried in suspense. "Not the least bit in the world," returned Clementina, whose voice for once in a way jarred upon Wogan's ears.
Edgar walked forward to the end of the passage with Gaydon at his heels. The two men came to a flight of stone steps, which they descended. The steps led to a dark and dripping cellar with no pavement but the mud, and that depressed into puddles. The air was cold and noisome; the walls to the touch of Gaydon's hand were greasy with slime. He followed Edgar across the cellar into a sort of tunnel.
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