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Place her in the car between you and Rocco. If she screams or makes a move to get away you may do as you wish, but not until then." Pauline still struggled feebly as she was lifted into the machine. Wrentz kicked the empty trunk to the side of the byroad and took the wheel again. He drove back to the main drive that skirted the railroad.
He stopped again. The gorilla was crawling out upon one of the overhanging branches! The strange beast-brain had conceived a death for Pauline more terrible than any Raymond Owen bad ever plotted. Wrentz himself might have envied the gorilla. Blount drew his revolver. He was not more than a hundred feet below them now. "It's the chance of hitting her against the chance of saving her," he muttered.
Rocco scowled, but he made no reply. "You don't need any pillows or Pullman cars on the way to heaven," said Wrentz with a snarling laugh. The laugh was checked abruptly by a rap on the door. For an instant the ruffians looked at each other in alarm. There was no telling whether to open that door would be to face the drawn revolvers of detectives or only the expectant eyes of a bellboy.
Wrentz's car had shot suddenly out of sight around a twist in the road. Wrentz was an able driver, and, even at its terrific speed, the machine took the first turn gracefully. But Wrentz had not counted on a second shorter turn to the opposite direction.
When Pauline got off the train at Philadelphia she did not notice that one of the four men who had aroused her curiosity walked behind her as she left, or that he was joined by the three others in the taxicab which followed hers. When she left the cab at one of the fashionable hotels, Wrentz alone followed her. He was at Pauline's elbow when she registered.
Pauline had been a prisoner before, had been through many and desperate dangers, but her heart had never failed her utterly until she felt the pressure of the trunk lid on her bent shoulders and heard the clamping of the locks that bound her in. She could still hear the voices. "I'll go down and settle my bill and send up that porter," Wrentz was saying.
He paid his bill and hurried out to the big car in the back of which Pauline's trunk had been placed. Springing to the wheel, he ordered his followers in, and they drove away. Once on suburban roads, Wrentz, either fearful of pursuit or drunk with success, began speeding.
Distant as they were by now, the clamor of the caged beasts in the circus train could still be heard. To Pauline the creatures seemed less wild and cruel than these, her human captors. Wrentz put on even greater speed than he had ventured before.
"Yes, sir; thank you, sir." "Move the girl over behind the bed out of range there," commanded Wrentz. Two men seized Pauline and dragged her across the room where she could not be seen through the door, which Wrentz now opened wide. In the corridor outside stood a large trunk. Wrentz and one of the men lifted it and carried it into the room. "Your baggage is light," said the man.
"It will be heavier in a little while. Open it." They obeyed. "Do you think it is large enough?" asked Wrentz. "Large enough for what the girl?" demanded Rocco, who had been sulking since his rebuke. "You are shrewd, Rocco. You have guessed rightly I suppose you'll want to put a pillow in it." "Yes, I would," said Rocco, who was the youngest of the band, "or else I would kill her first.
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