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"And you really believe McMurtrie and Savaroff are responsible for their optimism?" I asked a little incredulously. Latimer nodded. "Dr. McMurtrie," he said in his quiet drawl, "is the most dangerous man in Europe. He is partly English and partly Russian by birth. At one time he used to be court physician at St. Petersburg. Savaroff is a German Pole his real name is Vassiloff.
I watched Savaroff getting it ready, wondering grimly whether there was any chance of their leaving me on the launch with only one member of the party as a companion. It would have suited me excellently, though it might have been a little inconvenient for my prospective guardian. McMurtrie, however, promptly shattered this agreeable possibility by inviting me to take a seat in the boat.
I don't seem to feel it when I'm actually with you I suppose I'm too happy but when I'm away from you it's just like some ghastly horrible sword hanging over our heads all the time. Neil darling, as soon as you get this money from McMurtrie if you do get it can't we just give up the whole thing and go away and be happy together?" I lifted her hand and pressed the inside of it against my lips.
Face downwards in a little pool of blood lay the motionless figure of McMurtrie. Savaroff also was still his huge bulk sprawled in fantastic helplessness across the floor. Only von Brünig had moved; he was sitting up on his hands, staring in a half-dazed fashion down the barrel of Latimer's Mauser. It was Latimer himself who renewed the conversation. "Come and fix up these two, Ellis," he said.
Wait a minute, though," I added, as he began to put on his cap, "I want you to send off a wire for me if you will. It will take a minute or two to write." I went into the hut, and hastily scribbled a telegram to Latimer, telling him that I had written to McMurtrie, but that otherwise there was nothing to report.
"Explain to him," he said, jerking his head towards me. McMurtrie glanced at him it seemed to me a shade impatiently. Then he turned back to me. "For some time before Mr. Marks's unfortunate death," he said slowly, "you had been experimenting with a new explosive." I nodded my head.
I wondered whether the note meant that the preparations which were being made for me at Tilbury were finally completed. McMurtrie had promised me a week in Town, and so far I had only had two days; still I was hardly in a position to kick if he asked me to go down earlier. Anyhow I should know the next day, so there seemed no use in worrying myself about it unnecessarily.
After that I occupied myself for some time by running over the various notes and calculations which I had made while I was with McMurtrie, just in case I found it necessary to start the practical side of my work earlier than I expected.
I know I felt vastly relieved when, with a quick intake of his breath, McMurtrie suddenly sat back and began to contemplate his work. "Well?" I inquired anxiously. He nodded his head, with every appearance of satisfaction. "I think we can call it a complete success," he said. Then he stepped back and looked at me critically from a couple of paces away. "What do you think, Sonia?" he asked.
Don't let your brain feel trapped. Keep cool. Quiet. Dove. Peace. Cathedral. Sweet and low. Sweet and low. Neugass. No. Gertrude Kirk. No, no! If only Mrs. McMurtrie Indigent Girls No no no!"
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