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And he remembered how he had upset the silver candlestick, setting fire to the shades, to cover the girl's discomfort, and the smile she had paid him with. Then it was this particular murder from which the thief had shrunk. Melchard, the chemist, had guessed at the direction of Caldegard's research.
"Look here," she said, "I'm going to be right in this. I found the stuff for you. I got the key. And if I hadn't been with you to-night you'd have been lagged. I'm not so sure that you won't be, now, with that letter of yours from Paris." "What's wrong with the letter?" asked Melchard. "It would have done well enough if we hadn't had to bring this red-haired wench of yours with us.
Melchard stood erect and began to run towards them, slowly and painfully. "He's found his gun," said Dick. A raised arm and a sharp crack proved his words. "Throw in the top speed," said Dick. "We must go through the Bull's Neck. No cover the other way." He looked up at the ridge. Mut-mut was not there nor anywhere in sight.
Oh, Dick! Melchard was there, close by, talking to the handsome clergyman." "Was it marked." "An embroidery-stitched A.C. That's all," said Amaryllis. "C doesn't stand for Bunce. Let's get out of this," said Dick Bellamy.
Dick let the woman's body gently back to the floor, and Amaryllis saw that she was unconscious as a corpse. "Is she dead?" she said softly. "For five minutes p'r'aps ten," he answered. "Where's the key?" Amaryllis picked it up from the floor. "Melchard said he'd got four men downstairs armed," she whispered. "Heard him but it's the only way they've fixed that window.
Asaph's cricket club. "Handled his horses in fine style, your driver. Why!" exclaimed Melchard, as if noticing Dick and Amaryllis with her head on his shoulder for the first time, "there he is and pleasantly occupied. I mean the fellow with the girl in his arms, and the cut on his face. I wonder how he got it."
He prolonged his backward look, and Melchard, below him, observed that it was directed over his head, and turned his eyes in the same direction. He saw the girl running, pulled a weapon from his hip and tried a long shot. The crack of the Browning had hardly reached her ears before Amaryllis was in the driving-seat. But not for a flicker did she turn her eyes from the business of the moment.
Just as I was getting better, I heard Melchard, and I thought the best place for my aristocratic nose was on my daddy's shoulder. Dick!" she cried, looking up at his solemn face, "I really couldn't help feeling bad." "Most girls 'd've fainted. You're clever as paint," he said, "you turn your two-spots into aces, and leave him in baulk every time. Poor, shaking kid!
Dick came round between him and Melchard, peering down upon that sordid wreck of smartness. He turned to Amaryllis, who had followed him. "Pore old guv'nor!" he said tenderly; and Amaryllis with difficulty restrained her surprise at his change from the local dialect to that of the London cab-rank. "They 'aven't arf filled 'im up proper this time."
He would die to serve me; but the ribaldry of an English crowd is too much for his temperament." "If you don't want him to die without serving you, Mr. Melchard," replied the parson, "I should advise you to keep him in better control." "Ah, well! I owe him so much already, you see. The strange fellow saved my life in the Persian Gulf. Serang boat's swain, you know, to the Lascar crew.
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