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"I wish we was as thorough as they are," says Mankeltow, when Walen stopped translatin'. "We've been thorough enough," says Lord Lundie. "The evidence against both accused is conclusive. Any other country would give 'em seven years in a fortress. We should probably give 'em eighteen months as first-class misdemeanants. But their case," he says, "is out of our hands. We must review our own. Mr.
Walen read out their last observations, and Mankeltow asked questions, and Lord Lundie sort o' summarised, and I looked at the photos in the album. 'J'ever see a bird's-eye telephoto-survey of England for military purposes? It's interestin' but indecent like turnin' a man upside down. None of those close-range panoramas of forts could have been taken without my Rush Silencer.
Mankeltow puts his hand on it he never touched the trigger an', bein' an automatic, of course the blame thing jarred off spiteful as a rattler! "Look out! They'll have one of us yet," says Walen in the dark. But they didn't the Lord hadn't quit being our shepherd and we heard the bullet zip across the veldt quite like old times. Ya-as! "Swine!" says Mankeltow.
I said it came from a friend who must needs be nameless for services equally nameless. I am not going to deny that Walen was right." "I have not quite finished," Marley said, quietly. "Pressed as to when the case had been sold, Mr. Walen, without hesitation, said: 'Yesterday, for £72 15s. The purchaser was a stranger, whom Mr. Walen is prepared to identify.
An' besides, I was thinkin' I had to an' I'd begun to see a light 'way off a little glimmerin' light o' salvation. "Then what are we to do?" says Walen. "Zigler, what do you advise? Your neck's in it too." "Gentlemen," I says, "something Lord Lundie let fall a while back gives me an idea.
There's some sort of mix-up among 'em, which it's too dark to see, and a thud. Walen says, "Oh, well collared!" Lundie says, "That's the only thing I never learned at Harrow!"... Mankeltow runs up to 'em, still rubbin' his neck, and says, "He didn't fire at me. It was the other chap. Where is he?" "I've stretched him alongside his machine," I says. "Are they poachers?" says Lundie. "No. Airmen.
"Nonsense!" says Lord Lundie. "Who'd have thought he was that out of training? A man oughtn't to fly if he ain't fit." "What did they want here, anyway?" said Walen; and Mankeltow says, "We can't leave them in the open. Some one'll come. Carry 'em to Flora's Temple." We toted 'em again and laid 'em out on a stone bench. They were still dead in spite of our best attentions.
Mankeltow rubs his neck with his handkerchief. The man the far side of the machine starts to run. Lundie down the ride, or it might have been Walen, shouts, "What's happened?" Mankeltow says, "Collar that chap." 'The second man runs ring-a-ring-o'-roses round the machine, one hand reachin' behind him. Mankeltow heads him off to me. He breaks blind for Walen and Lundie, who are runnin' up the ride.
'That's as much beyond me as this! Zigler slapped a fat Debrett on the table. 'But I presoom this unreal Law Lord Lundie is kind o' real in his decisions? I judged so. And one more question. 'Ever meet a man called Walen? 'D'you mean Burton-Walen, the editor of ? I mentioned the journal. 'That's him. 'Looks like a tough, talks like a Maxim, and trains with kings. 'He does, I said.
She was very well equipped, I found two electric torches in clips alongside her barometers by the rear seat. "What make is she?" says Mankeltow. "Continental Renzalaer," I says. "My engines and my Rush Silencer." 'Walen whistles. "Here let me look," he says, and grabs the other torch. She was sure well equipped. Walen starts to go through 'em.
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