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Then Pestovitch answered: 'Only a poor farmer loading hay, he said, and picked up a huge hay fork and went forward softly. 'You load your hay at a very bad time and in a very bad light, said the man at the door, peering in. 'Have you no electric light here? Then suddenly he turned on an electric torch, and as he did so Pestovitch sprang forward.
The king glanced up and met a calm, round eye of light, that seemed to wink at him and vanish, leaving him blinded.... The three men went on their way. Near the little gate in the garden railings that Pestovitch had caused to be unlocked, the king paused under the shadow of an flex and looked back at the place.
One of them was brightly lit now, and against the light a little black figure stood very still and looked out upon the night. The king snarled. 'He little knows how we slip through his fingers, said Pestovitch. And as he spoke they saw the ex-king stretch out his arms slowly, like one who yawns, knuckle his eyes and turn inward no doubt to his bed.
And if he still thought fit to go back he could go back. 'See, said Pestovitch, 'the light has gone again. The king peered up. 'I believe he's following us without a light, said the king. In the little old dirty inn the king hung doubtful for a time, and was for going back and throwing himself on the mercy of the council. 'If there is a council, said Pestovitch.
Against the stone wall of the farm-yard five bodies were lying neatly side by side, and Pestovitch had an expression of surprise on his face and the king was chiefly identifiable by his long white hands and his blonde moustache. The wounded aeronaut had been carried down to the inn.
'I can't go through with it, repeated the king, 'I can't go through with it. 'But they'll hang us, said Pestovitch. 'Not if we were to give up now. Not if we were to surrender the bombs. It is you who brought me into this.... At last Pestovitch compromised. There was an inn perhaps half a mile from the farm. They could alight there and the king could get brandy, and rest his nerves for a time.
'By this time your bombs may have settled it. 'But if so, these infernal aeroplanes would go. 'They may not know yet. 'But, Pestovitch, why couldn't you do all this without me? Pestovitch made no answer for a moment. 'I was for leaving the bombs in their place, he said at last, and went to the window. About their conveyance shone a circle of bright light. Pestovitch had a brilliant idea.
The driver was one of the ordinary drivers of the capital, but beside him sat the young secretary of Pestovitch, who knew the way to the farm where the bombs were hidden.
Of course, he and Pestovitch had thought it out. Even if they had caught those men, they were pledged to secrecy.... Probably they would be killed in the catching.... One could deny anyhow, deny and deny. And then he became aware of half a dozen little shining specks very high in the blue.... Pestovitch came out to him presently.
Why in the name of Heaven didn't we shut the barn door? For the great door stood wide open and all the empty, lifeless yard outside and the door and six feet of the floor of the barn were in the blue glare of an inquiring searchlight. 'Shut the door, Peter, said Pestovitch. 'No, cried the king, too late, as Peter went forward into the light. 'Don't show yourself! cried the king.
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