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"And so you would try to kill him my clock!" he yelled, and with that, like a furious bantam, ignoring the pistol, he flew at Bullard, tore away the mask and tossed it against the wall. "Monsieur Guidet!" cried Alan, running forward and catching his arm. "Leave him to us." Guidet shook off the clasp. "Pig-hog," he went on, "behold, I pull your nose! There! Also, I flap your face! One! two!
"See that Monsieur Guidet has quietness and some refreshment," said Alan to the servant, and the two left the room. "Let's go for a walk," remarked Teddy. "This clock business is getting on my nerves. I shall never again wear socks with " "But I do think," said Marjorie hopefully, "the funny little man means to do something." Dr. Handyside got up and strolled over to the clock.
I also desire you to present the pendulum intact to Monsieur Guidet, the maker of the clock, provided he has proved faithful. Finally, I ask you to present to my one-time friend, Francis Bullard, the Green Box left in the deep drawer of my writing-table, unless he has already obtained possession of the same, along with the key which Mr. Harvie will provide.
Guidet bounded on his seat. "My clock! They dare to attack him! "Possibly with explosives " "Enough! Pray leave me, Mr. Craik. I I may yet find a way. Give me a whole hour." During the walk up the loch Teddy actually forgot the clock. Alan and Marjorie were in front, and he noted his friend's bearing towards the girl with a pained wonder, and thought of Doris.
Next moment there fell a frantic beating on the door. Marjorie darted from her refuge, thrust home the key and turned it. Monsieur Guidet almost fell in, crying "Quick! Look after Mr. Caw! He was hurt on the stair!" As he spoke, Lancaster, Doris, Mr. Harvie and the doctor appeared from the passage. "Doctor, will you go to Caw?" said Alan rapidly. "He's hurt downstairs."
Handyside ran out, and Guidet banged the door after him. "Guard it!" he shouted to Teddy. "Let not the pig-hog escape!" The little Frenchman was beside himself. "So I suspect you right!" he almost screamed. "You think I was greater fool than you look when you ask me to make clock the same for five hundred pounds! Bah! What idiot you was!
The master appeared to rouse himself. "Tell Guidet to go ahead. He'll require your assistance, I expect. Stay!" He pointed to the diamonds. "Put them in the box, Caw." The man restored the glittering trays to their places with as much emotion as if they had contained samples of bird-seed. When he had let down the lid "Your pardon, Mr. Craig, but won't you allow me to ring for Dr. Handyside now?"
"Hear, hear!" murmured Teddy. "Caw," cried Miss Handyside, "you're simply splendid!" Caw had not blushed so warmly for many years. Guidet, pale and perturbed, had taken a little book from his pocket and opened it at a page of tiny figures close-packed. Now he rose. "If I may go to a quiet place for one half-hour, I I will see if anything can be done, Mr. Craik, but I promise nothings."
"Must have taken fright," was the only conclusion arrived at after a thorough search and rather a discursive consultation. Caw ushered the clock-maker into the study. Handyside and Marjorie were present by invitation. "You had better wait, Caw," said Alan. "Be seated, Monsieur Guidet. Many thanks for coming so promptly."
His pallid lips moved. "Traitors, hypocrites, money maniacs! Verily, they shall have their reward!" He reopened the box, took out all the five trays, and gazed awhile at the massed brilliance. And his smile was exceeding grim. Within a few minutes the servant returned. "The gentlemen have gone, sir, and Monsoor Guidet is ready," he said, then looked hard at his master.
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