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Savaroff jumped up and looked out of the window. Then with a little guttural exclamation he turned back to McMurtrie. "Hoffman!" he muttered, apparently in some surprise. Who Mr. Hoffman might be I had not the faintest notion, but the mention of the name brought the doctor to his feet at once. I think he was rather annoyed with Savaroff for being unnecessarily communicative.
It was good to know that, whatever the rest of the world might be thinking, these two at least would be following my escape with a passionate hope that I should pull through. Just about six o'clock in the evening of the next day Savaroff returned. I heard the car drive up to the house, and then came the sound of voices and footsteps, followed by the banging of a door.
"Why should they have helped you, then?" "I haven't the remotest idea," I admitted. "I am only quite sure that neither McMurtrie nor Savaroff are what they pretend to be. Besides, you remember the hints that Sonia gave me." "Ah, Sonia!" Joyce looked down and played with one of the buttons of my coat. "Is she is she very pretty?" she asked. "She seems likely to be very useful," I said.
Then we set off up the cliff at a rapid pace, with von Brünig leading the way and Savaroff bringing up the rear. The bungalow was situated about a couple of hundred yards from the summit, almost hidden by the high privet hedge which I had noticed from the sea. This hedge ran right round the garden, the only entrance being a small white gate in front of the house.
"How in the name of Satan did he get here?" demanded the other man, still staring at me in obvious amazement. "He came in through the window with the intention of borrowing a little food. I had happened to see him in the garden, and being under the natural impression that he was er well, another friend of ours, I ventured to detain him." Savaroff gave a short laugh.
With a lightning-like movement McMurtrie slipped his right hand into his side pocket, and as he did so Latimer instantly levelled his pistol. The two shots rang out simultaneously, but except for a cry and a crash of broken glass I knew nothing of what had happened. In one stride I had flung myself on Savaroff, and just as he drew his revolver I let him have it fair and square on the jaw.
Von Brünig himself looked a pretty tough handful to tackle, while Savaroff was about as powerful as a well-grown bullock. Once I was safe in the former's "country house" they would no doubt reckon on finding some means of bringing me quickly to reason. With a bag in one hand and a bundle of papers in the other von Brünig came back into the room. "I shall not wait," he announced curtly.
"My dear Savaroff," I said coldly, "why on earth should I want to break my agreement with you? It is the only possible chance I have of a new start." He looked at me closely, and then nodded his head. "It is well. So long as you remember we are not people to be played with, no harm will come to you." He let this off with such a dramatic air that I very nearly burst out laughing.
Still, having succeeded in doing so, I felt no qualms in making the best of the situation. I needed friends rather badly, especially friends who had an intimate working acquaintance with the eminent firm of Messrs. McMurtrie and Savaroff.
These people of yours McMurtrie and Savaroff are weird enough customers on their own, but when it comes to their being mixed up with both George and Marks ..." he paused. "It will turn out next that Latimer's in it too," he added half-mockingly. "I shouldn't wonder," I said. "I can't swallow everything he told you, Tommy. It leaves too much unexplained.
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