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Judging this to be the position most demoralizing, Dick descended with more haste than precaution. Melchard, his entrails shaking, stood, to all appearance, firm as a rock. When Dick tapped his shoulder, he turned, showing a face white and drawn. "The man Bunce!" he exclaimed. "Silly liar!" said Dick. "You knew who I was the moment you saw my cheek guessed I was the man who was queering your game.
There we might run into Melchard plus his picket. The railway's at Harthborough, so Harthborough's got it." "And here," said the girl, "is the Drovers' Track." Before they knew it, they had stepped into a way wider and more clearly marked than the path which had brought them across the base of the triangle of which the apex was the white stone by the hawthorns they had never seen.
At the sound of his rushing approach, and in the very act of firing, Melchard started. The shot went wide, and the man turned himself and his weapon on the enemy that was nearer even than he guessed. In the very moment of wheeling about, he received a rugger hand-off on his right jaw, which launched him many yards, sideways down the slope, to land and turn literally heels over head as he fell.
Melchard took his left hand from her mouth, and as she tried in vain to scream in spite of the double grip on her throat, he crammed a handful of the linen curtain between her tongue and palate with his long fingers. "Take your cat's claws off her neck," she heard him mutter. "I'll keep her quiet." And that was all before she fainted.
"Superintendent Finucane will see you, sir," he said; and made room for the entrance of Dick Bellamy, holding by the arm, and both supporting and guiding the wavering steps of Alban Melchard.
The joy he felt kept him patient until Melchard, unmistakable, was right beneath him. "Hi! Melchard!" he cried. Melchard started, stopped, and looked anxiously round. "Never heard the voice before? You'll hear it often, and lots of it, soon, Melchard. Pull out your gun." The man in the road made no attempt to obey.
"Not if you'd borrered it, Mr. 'Opeless. She belongs to a Mr. Mills o' Melborough Na-ow! Melchard o' Millsborough. 'E's one o' them there painful dentisters." A sound like a smothered sneeze, followed by a syncopated gurgle, coming from behind him, warned Dick to tone down the comic relief.
Melchard, with a finicking air of nonchalance, stood where he was left, lighting a cigarette. "'Tis nowt but she's frit with that flay-boggart of a Chinaman," said Dick, "wi'out it be she trembles lest 'er daddy gets fightin' agen. There, then, little lass," he said, stooping to her ear, and coaxing back courage, thought the parson, with a voice extraordinarily tender.
"From my brother Richard," he said. "Dr. Caldegard knows this Melchard, I believe." When Caldegard had told them all he knew of the man, the Superintendent looked at the Commissioner, "I think, sir," he said, "we'd better inquire about Mr. Alban Melchard." "Rather a wildgoose chase," grumbled the Home Secretary. "I shouldn't wonder, sir," replied Finucane, "if Mr.
"A thousand apologies," replied Melchard carelessly. "But it's all in the good cause. By the way, you'd better have a look, and see if the girl's all right before I cover you over." "Oh, damn the girl!" answered the woman. "What's it matter if she dies?" "If I'd wanted that, I'd have left her dead in her lover's study." "Lover! Old Bellamy!" said the woman and laughed.
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