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I should want a large shed of some kind, and the farther away it was from any houses the better. There is always the chance of blowing oneself up at this sort of business, and in that case an explosive like mine would probably wreck everything within a couple of miles." "You shall work under any conditions you please," said McMurtrie amiably.
She paused. "We are spies," she said quite simply, "professional spies. Of course it sounds absurd and impossible to you an Englishman but all the same it's the truth. You don't know what sort of man Dr. McMurtrie is." "I appear to be learning," I observed. "He has been a friend of my father's for years. They were in Russia together at one time and then Paris, Vienna oh, everywhere.
I only want to amuse myself for two or three evenings, and the West End's a large place as far as amusement goes." Then I paused. "If you really thought it was too risky," I added carelessly, "I would give up the idea." It was a bold stroke but it met with the success that it deserved. Any lingering doubts McMurtrie may have had about my intentions were apparently dispersed.
It smelt damnably in the pot, but directly it was rubbed in this slight drawback disappeared. I was naturally anxious to see what result all these attentions had had upon my personal appearance, but McMurtrie insisted on my waiting until my hair and beard had grown to something like a tolerable length.
Smith was satisfied that the virtue was appreciated in Toronto: the petrol arrived, as McMurtrie assured him, in the shortest possible time. Unluckily the Toronto men of business had their share of humanity's common failing if it is a failing curiosity.
Latimer had disappeared behind the thin belt of trees that fringed the Tilbury road, and so far as I could see there was no one else about. Getting out my keys, I walked along to the shed and opened the door. If my living accommodation was a trifle crude, McMurtrie had certainly made up for it here.
O God! that soft, slimy kiss and the little jerk of the bow at the back of her neck! and fell down with a screaming that brought Mrs. McMurtrie. At noon of the next day Lilly Penny lay in the public ward of the Hanna Larchmont Lying-in Hospital, a premature mother by some weeks.
McMurtrie drew up a chair and sat down opposite to me. He kept his right hand in his pocket, presumably on the revolver. "And now," he said, "perhaps you have sufficiently recovered to be able to tell me a little about yourself. At present my knowledge of your adventures is confined to the account of your escape in this morning's Daily Mail."
"I wouldn't know you from the Angel Gabriel!" he added. "Except that he's clean shaven," I said. Then I paused. "Look here, Tommy," I went on seriously, "what are we going to do about Joyce? I'm all right, you see. There's nothing to prevent me clearing out of the country directly I've finished with McMurtrie. If I choose to go and break George's neck, that's my own business.
"We're wasting time," said Smith despairingly. "Be so good as to order up the petrol; then I'll give you a few headings." McMurtrie was delighted. He gave the order to a firm in the city, requesting that the petrol should be sent out by motor at once.
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