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It was known that Chakdara was holding out, but that it was hardly pressed, and the first step was to relieve the garrison. Colonel Meiklejohn pushed forward, with a comparatively small force, and arrived at the Malakand on the 1st of August.
The policeman barred her progress quietly but effectually, and the woman, if bent on achieving her purpose, must have either called after the absorbed Meiklejohn or entered into a heated altercation with the policeman when accident came to her aid. Mrs.
Tower to see you, sir," he said breathlessly. "What?" shrieked the Senator in a shrill falsetto. "Yes, sir. It's Mr. Tower himself, sir." "H'lo, Bill!" came a familiar voice. "Here I am! No spook yet, thank goodness!" Meiklejohn literally staggered to the door and nearly fell into Ronald Tower's arms. Of the two men, the Senator seemed nearer death at that moment.
The detective thought he was bewitched when he ran into Senator Meiklejohn, pallid and trembling, standing on the terrace with Nolan. "You?" he shrieked in a shrill falsetto. "Then, in heaven's name, who is the man who has just been pulled into the river?" "Tower!" gasped the Senator. "Mr. Ronald Tower. They mistook him for me."
The Quarter Guard was captured, and with it the reserve ammunition of the sappers. Lieutenant Watling was carried in by his men, and, as soon as he reached the dressing station, reported the loss of this important post. Brigadier-General Meiklejohn at once ordered a party of the 24th to retake it from the enemy. Few men could be spared from the line of defence.
"It is quite impossible," was the answer, and, though the words were frigid and unyielding, Clancy felt certain that Senator Meiklejohn had to exercise an iron self-control to keep a tremor out of his utterance. "You dare not refuse," persisted the woman. The Senator glanced around in a scared way. Clancy thought for an instant that he meant to dart back into the security of the club.
I can hardly believe that this thing has really happened. Help me in one small way, Senator. Telephone Mr. Jacob and explain why our luncheon is postponed." "Yes, I'll do that." Meiklejohn smiled grimly as he hung up the receiver. In the midst of her tribulations Helen Tower had not forgotten Jacob and the little business of the Costa Rica Cotton Concession! The luncheon was only "postponed."
"He axed me to tell you he'd gone down-town. Ye see, some wan has to find Mrs. Tower." Clancy's black eyes glittered with fury, yet he spoke no word. A blank silence fell on the rest. They had not thought of the bereaved wife, but Meiklejohn had remembered. That was kind of him. The Senator always did the right thing. And how he must be suffering! The Towers were his closest friends!
Van Hofen and his friends, startled and grieved, came ashore in the gig, and Clancy was striving to give them some account of the tragedy without revealing its inner significance when his roving glance missed Meiklejohn from the distraught group of men. "Where is the Senator?" he cried, turning on the gaping Nolan. "Gee, he's knocked out," said the policeman.
"All the more reason, perhaps, why she may be willing to give you the address, if she knows it." "I'll see her this very afternoon." "Then I must leave you at leisure now," said Meiklejohn sympathetically. An hour later Mrs. Carshaw was with Helen Tower, and the name of Winifred Bartlett arose between them. "But he did not give me her address," said Mrs. Tower. "Do you want it pressingly?"
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