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"If this is a joke," he said, "it strikes me as being a particularly bad one. I should like to know, sir, how you dare to come into this room and charge me and my friend Mr. Rounceby with being concerned in the murder of a young man who is even now actually standing by your side." John Dory started back. He looked with something like apprehension at the youth to whom Marnstam pointed.
"Supposing some one followed us and pulled him out," Rounceby said, hoarsely, "why are we treated like this? I tell you we've been made fools of! We've been treated like children not even to be punished! We'll have the truth somehow out of that devil Cawdor! Come!" They made their way to the courtyard and found a cab. "Number 27, Southampton Row!" they ordered.
"Keep them under observation," Dory ordered shortly, "but I am afraid this fellow Cawdor has sold me." He found a hansom outside, and sprang into it. "Number 27, Southampton Row," he ordered. Rounceby and his partner were alone in the little smoking room. The former was almost inarticulate. The night porter brought them brandy, and both men drank.
Vincent Cawdor remarked, cheerfully, "you're having a late sitting, eh?" "We've been waiting for you, you fool!" Rounceby answered. "What on earth are you thinking about, bringing a crowd like this about with you, eh?" Cawdor smiled, reassuringly. "Don't you worry," he said, in a lower tone. "I know my way in and out of the ropes here better than you can teach me.
"We've got to get to the bottom of this, Marnstam," Mr. Rounceby muttered. Mr. Marnstam was thinking. "Do you remember that sound through the darkness," he said "the beating of an engine way back on the road?" "What of it?" Rounceby demanded. "It was a motor bicycle," Marnstam said quietly. "I thought so at the time."
"Can I give him any message?" Peter Ruff asked, politely. "We generally see something of one another in the morning." "You can tell him " Rounceby began. "No message, thanks!" Marnstam interrupted. "We shall probably run across him ourselves to-morrow." John Dory was nearly a quarter of an hour late. After his third useless summons, Mr. Peter Ruff presented himself again.
"These young fools have a way of turning obstinate. He'd have chucked us, sure. Anyhow, he's safer where he is." They relapsed once more into silence. A storm of rain beat upon the window. Rounceby glanced up. It was as black out there as were the waters of that silent tarn! The man shivered as the thought struck him.
The young man, with his opera hat still on his head, and the light overcoat which he had been carrying on the floor by his side, was seated before the writing table with his back to them. Miss Brown was leaning over him, with her hand upon the back of his chair. They were out of hearing of the other three men. "Well, Rounceby, my friend," Mr.
"I followed Rounceby and Marnstam," he answered, "I knew them when I was abroad, studying crime I could tell you a good deal about both those men if it were worth while and I knew, when they hired a big motor car and engaged a crook to drive it, that they were worth following. I saw the trial of the flying machine, and when they started off with young Franklin, I followed on a motor bicycle.
As though with some intention of intervening, he moved a step forward, almost in line with Dory. Rounceby saw him, and a new fear gripped him by the heart. He shrank back, his fingers relaxed their hold of his weapon, the sweat was hot upon his forehead. Marnstam, though he seemed for a moment stupefied, realised the miracle which had happened and struck boldly for his own.
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