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With a sharp tug he disengaged the side-pocket wedged between Melchard's body and the floor, and from it took out a small parcel wrapped in white paper. Of its two seals one had been broken. He peered into the opened end. "Small bottle white powder," he said. "That's it," replied Amaryllis. "Do let's go please." "Was there anything else?" he asked. "Oh, do come away.
Might not this advantage of the door defended only by the girl have been noted by the men on the other side of that partition? And she? Her back was to the engine and her corner blind pulled down. She would see nothing till her door began to open; and even had she nerve for killing, she could not shoot; for, in pity of her white hands, he had fixed the safety-catch of Melchard's gun.
The thought of that gruesome weapon, more frightful than the unsheathed claws of the royalest Bengal tiger, hanging over the head of his chosen among women, stung Dick Bellamy to very unceremonious removal of the body, which, after rifling it of a handful of cartridges, he flung by the roadside; and then, lest Amaryllis should see the awful head again, even in death, he covered the whole corpse with an overcoat of Melchard's from the car.
As he began, with increased appearance of lameness to labour up the slope, he once more heard Melchard's voice: "Jagun pakai snapong, kalau dea ta mow lepas. Kita mow dapat." Labouring still more, Dick glanced behind him and saw the two pursuers straining every nerve to overtake him, and for the moment giving no thought to Amaryllis.
But they had not gone many yards with their burden, when he heard a fourth man enter the hall, and a voice in which langour strove in vain against asperity Melchard's voice, which he had heard for the first time while he clung with his fingers to the window-sill of the bedroom and with his shoe-tips to the string-course below it, sinking his head even below his defenceless knuckles.
Dick, never observing the addition, continued his tale in a voice monotonous with fatigue. In their turn he added to the display the Malay's revolver, with which he had captured Melchard, and Melchard's automatic. And, after telling them how he had forced his prisoner to drink, "I couldn't bring the bottle no room," he said, patting his shrinking pocket.
But when Pépe answered with a password of Melchard's, Bayliss replied with questions in a stream what of the venture of yesterday? Had they found the new drug? Were they safe from pursuit? And it was well for Pépe that this questioning was broken by the hand that tore the instrument from his fingers and pushed him aside.
With an effort she managed to close the lids, and as tears slowly refreshed the eye-balls, she was so much relieved that she might have fallen asleep, but for Melchard's detested voice sounding above her. "I think that's Escrick we've just run through. York in ten minutes about. When I say 'now, down you go under the rug again. I'm the only passenger through the town."
But scrape the county with a tooth-comb," he said, and hung up the receiver. Swinging his chair round, he faced the two men, and spoke with gravity. "Millsborough got my information about eight-thirty p.m. By nine every available man was out on the hunt, to round up all Melchard's places, and to go through all the riverside dens and harbour slums.
She went to the window, and had already raised the lower part until it jammed, when there came running beneath an angry woman, threatening with gesture and unintelligible words. It was Fridji, who was once Sir Randal's parlour-maid, and last night Melchard's companion in the car. Amaryllis drew back and looked round the room for her gown the green silk she had worn at dinner last night.
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