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It was good-bye to Persia now. Looking at his watch, Paul, at the throttle, saw that it was nine-fifty. They were leaving Aden only fifty minutes behind schedule. That was not at all bad; but it was not pleasant to think that their rivals were still ahead of them. And two hours was a pretty stiff lead.
He regarded servants as spies and eavesdroppers, and perhaps there was an excuse for his uncharitable view. At nine-fifty, ten minutes after Frank had entered the gates of Weald Lodge, a car with gleaming headlights came quickly from the opposite direction and pulled up outside the gates.
The car had left the garage at nine-fifty. Mr. Prohack went out for a walk, not ostensibly, but really, to look for the car in the streets of London! Immediately Mr. Prohack became calm; his exterior was apt to be very deceptive; and he said gently to Carthew, just as if nothing in the least unusual had occurred: "A little late, aren't you?"
Hustle in, and I'll take you there." The young man sprang into the seat, and gasped: "West Philadelphia station, Chicago Limited! Hurry! Train leaves Broad Street station at nine-fifty. Get me there if you can, Billy. I'll be your friend forever." By this time they were speeding fast.
This was the second of the three tragic Elizabeth, New Jersey, crashes. The morning before, on January 21, a Navy pilot had taken off from Mitchel in a TBM. He was a lieutenant commander, had flown in World War II, and was now an engineer at the Navy Special Devices Center on Long Island. At nine-fifty he had cleared the traffic pattern and was at about 2,500 feet, circling around the airfield.
"If there is another up train to-night I must catch it. There's a motor here, isn't there? Send round word that it is wanted." "But there isn't a train!" Noel protested. "I know the last one goes at nine-fifty, and it's past ten now. Have you all gone raving mad? I always thought you, anyhow, had a little sense." Jack uttered a grim laugh. "Well, find a time-table.
His heart had often stirred against fate that this pearl among young mistresses should have no intimate friend or lover now in her loneliness. "Nine-fifty!" He looked at his watch. No chance! "Broad Street?" he asked sharply. "Yes, sir." Would there be a chance if he had his automobile? Possibly, but hardly unless the train was late.
It showed that, thanks to Peggy, Anne's humanisation was almost complete. To-day, which was Peggy's birthday, Anne's heart was light and happy. She had planned, that, if the day were fine, the festival was to be celebrated by a picnic to Westleydale. And the day was fine. Majendie had promised to be home in time to start by the nine-fifty train. Meanwhile they waited.
Morris said with a stare that blended frigidity and surprise in just the right proportions. "I ain't said nothing about forty-eight nine-fifty. What I said was forty-eight six." "You don't mean that, Mawruss," Harris replied. "You mean forty-eight nine." Morris saw that the psychological moment had arrived. "Look-y here, now, Harris," he said.
All guns ... Four 0 degrees Right.... Concentrate Two 0 minutes on Number One.... Corrector 152.... Why didn't you shout out your Fuze Number 3?... Three Two-fifty Two Nine-fifty.... Will you acknowledge orders, Sergeant Kyle?..." The colonel, who was standing well behind Eames, smiled and said to me, "Good young officer that. If he keeps as cool all the time, the battery ought to shoot well."
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