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Melchard, with his left hand on his hip and the barrel of the automatic resting on the upturned elbow close to his chin, was on the point of firing again at the very moment when Mut-mut, having reached the top of the ridge, was running back to meet Dick, and Dick, coming down the slope at the best of his prodigious though uneven stride, was within two paces of Melchard's back.
"But you're a qualified man yourself," said Melchard. "You'll be responsible." "Fat lot of good that'll do you," replied Black Beard. "Qualified, by God! When I can't prove it without proving also that I'm off the register, and that my name's not Ockley!" He broke off with an ugly laugh, then added: "Let's go up and see." And now Amaryllis saw her serpent shoot up to a great rod of vengeance.
Melchard lay back exhausted in the near-side corner, examining with dull eyes the havoc made by Mut-mut's claw. "Drink that," said Dick. Melchard shook his head. "I hate spirits," he objected feebly. "That's his stuff Mut-mut's." "You'll hate it worse soon," was all the answer he got; and drank, gasping between gulps.
From Mut-mut's revolver Dick sent a bullet which threw up the dust at Melchard's feet. "Two inches to the right of your feet." He fired again. Again the little puff of dust. "An inch and a half to the left of your feet," he sang out cheerfully. "The next'll be half-way between and three feet higher. Put down your gun." Melchard produced his automatic and dropped it. "Kick it away from you."
The first note had contained merely the information that Alban Melchard was the man of whom Dick was going in pursuit, and Melchard's address, found that evening in the letter received by Amaryllis; the second, the few particulars concerning Melchard which he had gathered from the landlord.
I wonder," said Melchard; and the pair, with heads together, spoke in whispers inaudible to Dick, who writhed himself six inches back from the baluster, in fear of the upward glance which might come at any moment. He had heard enough, and his usual policy came into play.
Then what price Melchard?" he asked, "and malingering pig-tailed wenches that hide their faces and sob on their daddies' shoulders?" "It was that frightful Chinaman, Dick. Yes, I was afraid then. I was afraid afraid you'd " "Take him on? Nothin' doing," he answered. "I should've stood just a dog's chance against the village hero, my dear girl, and the Malay made just one bite of him.
His right foot caught Melchard between jaw and shoulder, shooting him supine and headlong upon the polished floor until his head hit the corner of the stone kerb about the hearth; while the left knee simultaneously struck the cockney, who fell, with Dick's crouching weight full upon him, heavily to the ground; and Amaryllis, fear forgotten, leaning over the rail, heard at the same moment, but as separate sounds, the blow of the under man's head upon the boards and that of Dick's right fist on its left jaw.
When Melchard had been removed, Dick gave his three listeners a rapid and, as their faces and exclamatory comment testified, a vivid sketch of his adventure from his detection of the perfume which pervaded the alcove in Randal's study and the corroboration of his suspicions given by Melchard's attempted alibi in the letter to Amaryllis, to the time when his train pulled out of Todsmoor station; and, in the course of his narrative, he laid on the table, each at its historic point, his pièces de conviction.
Sharks in the water horrible!" The parson thought that even in this the serang had done the world poor service. Having delicately wiped his face with a ladylike handkerchief in memory of his danger and gratitude, Melchard tried again. "I saw you arrive with your quaint team, sir," he said; "the unicorn, I mean, not the eleven." But the parson allowed no outsider to poke fun at the St.
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