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McMurtrie, as usual, took no notice of his interruption. "There is only one thing to do," he said. "Mr. von Brünig, who, as I have already told you, is interested in our syndicate, has offered to put his country house in Germany at our service. We must cross over to Holland before the police have time to interfere." "Do you mean now, at once?" I asked, with a sudden inward feeling of dismay.
These people of yours McMurtrie and Savaroff are weird enough customers on their own, but when it comes to their being mixed up with both George and Marks ..." he paused. "It will turn out next that Latimer's in it too," he added half-mockingly. "I shouldn't wonder," I said. "I can't swallow everything he told you, Tommy. It leaves too much unexplained.
I couldn't imagine McMurtrie doing anything without a fairly sound reason. Within about ten minutes of leaving the town, we came out on to the main road that bounded the landward side of the marshes.
I had actually made some of the powder and proved its power, but I'd never tried it on what one might call a working basis. If they've given me all the things I want, I don't see any reason why I shouldn't fix it up in two or three days. There's no real difficulty in its manufacture. I wasn't too definite with McMurtrie. I thought it best to give myself a little margin." Tommy nodded.
I had finished my lists and drawings for McMurtrie, and my only resources were two or three sensational novels which Sonia brought me back one day after a visit to Plymouth. I cannot say I found them very entertaining. I had been rather too deeply into life in that line myself to have much use for the second-hand imaginings of other people. Of the doctor and Savaroff I saw comparatively little.
McMurtrie was sitting on the seat just opposite, pouring out the contents of a flask into a small metal cup. Against the cabin door leaned Savaroff, eyeing me with his usual expression of hostile mistrust. The third passenger was the man with the auburn beard, whom I had seen in the launch on the day I picked up Mr. Gow.
Far away in the sky he saw a dark speck about the size of a swallow, which, however, grew with extraordinary rapidity, and in a few moments declared itself to be an aeroplane containing two men. "Be jabers!" quoth Mr. McMurtrie, resting his club on the ground and watching the flying machine with eyes in which might have been discerned a shade of misgiving.
There was still a certain amount to do before I could knock off, so, stopping for a moment to mix myself a well-earned whisky-and-water, I switched on the two electric head-lights which McMurtrie had provided as a means of illumination.
Between them they were largely responsible for the early disasters in the Japanese war." For a moment no one spoke. Then Tommy leaned forward. "I say, Latimer," he exclaimed, "is this serious history?" "The Russian Government," replied Latimer, "are most certainly under that impression." "But if they know about it," I objected, "how is it that McMurtrie and Savaroff aren't in Siberia?
The only apparatus it involved was an ordinary X-ray machine, with a large glass globe attached to it, which McMurtrie brought up the next morning and arranged carefully by my bedside.
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