Bull-Dog
Drummond
The Adventures of a
Demobilized Officer Who
Found Peace Dull
by CYRIL McNEILE
“SAPPER”
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
IRWIN MYERS
Copyright by Geo. H. Doran Co.
(Continued from last week.)
SYNOPSIS.
PROLOGUE.—In December, 1918, four
men gathered in a hotel in Berne and
heard one of the quartet outline a plan
to paralyze Great Britain and at the
game time seize world power. The other
three, Hocking, American, and Steineman
and Von Gratz, Germans, all millionaires,
agree to the scheme, providing another
man, Hiram Potts, an American, is taken
in. The instigator of the plot gives his
name as Comte de Guy, but when he
leaves for England with his daughter he
decides to use the name Carl Peterson.
CHAPTER lL — Capt. Hugh (Bulldog)
| second, that he was one of Peterson's
Drummond, a retired officer, advertises
for work that will give him excitement,
ing “X10.” As a result he meets
Phyllis Benton, a young woman who an- |
swered his ad. She tells him of strange
murders and robberies of which she sus- |
poets a band headed by Carl Peterson and
nry Lakington of being the leaders.
CHAPTER IL—Drummond decides to
go to The Larches, Miss Benton’s home.
An attempt is made on the road to wreck |
his machine when another, occupied by |
Peterson, Lakington and a strange man,
blocks the road. While dining with Phyl- !
is Benton and her father Drummond
hears a terrible shriek at The Elms. Dur-
ing the night Drummond leaves The
Larches and explores The Elms. He dis-
covers Lakington and Peterson using a |
¢humbscrew on an American who signs |
& paper. Drummond rescues the Ameri-
can after a struggle and takes him to
his home. The man is Hiram C. Potts.
CHAPTER II1.—Peterson visits Drum-
ond the next day, departing with a
reat to return later and recover Potts
and also a torn paper which Drummond
seized the night of the fight. With the
ald of Peter Darrel, an old army friend,
Drummond arranges to hide Potts, and
substitute in his place one Mullings, a de-
mobilized soldier, who is seized by Peter-
son and his gang and taken to The Elms,
along with Drummond.
CHAPTER 1IV.— When Peterson dis-
covers the hoax Drummond is escorted
by Irma to & room where he is to stay
for the night. During the night Drum-
mond is exploring the house when he gets
in a strange room in which is a cobra. |
He escapes, but on the stairs has a fight
in the dark.
Together the two men strolled into
the lunchecn-room, and long after the
cheese had been finished, Algy Long-
worth was still listening in silence to
hls companion.
“My dear old bean,” he murmured
ecstatically as Hugh finished, “my very
dear old bean. I think it's the most
priceless thing I ever heard Enroll
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“My Dear Old Bean,” He Murmured
Ecstatically as Hugh Finished, “My
Very Dear Old Bean.”
me as a member of the band. Aud,
incidentally, Toby Sinclair is running
round in circles asking for trouble.
Let's rope him in.”
“Go and find him this afternoon,
Algy,” said Hugh rising. “And tell
him to keep his mouth shut. Ud
come with you. but it occurs to me
that the wretched Potts, bathed
teare at ihe Carlton, Is in need of
sympathy. So long. old dear. You'll
hear from me in a Cay or two”
Drummond sauntered along Pal‘
Mall. He hacé told Lougworth mere
or less on the spur of the momeut.
knowing that gentleman’s capabilities
to a nlcety. Under a cloak of us
sumed flippancy he concealed an iron
perve which had never yet failed
‘him; and, in spite of the fact that he
‘wore an entirely unnecessary eye-
‘glass, he could see further into a
brick wall than most of the people
who called him a fool.
| It was his suggestion of telling Toby
Sinclair that caused the smile. For
it had started a train of thought in
Drummond’s mind which seemed to
him to be good. If Sinclair—why not
two or three more equally trusty
gportsmen? Why not a gang of the
boys?
“if you will have this note delivered,
Toby possessed a V. C,, and a good
one—for there are grades of the V.C.,
and those grades are appreciated to
a nicety by the recipient's brother
officers if not by the general public.
The show would fit Toby like a glove.
‘ Then there was Ted Jern-
ingham, who combined the roles of
an ni=ateur actor of more than aver-
age merit with an ability to hit any-
thing at any range with every con-
ceivable type of firearm. And Jerry
Seymour in the Flying corps. . . -
Not a bad thing to have a flying man
—up one’s sleeve. . . And pos-
sibly some one versed in the ways of
tanks might come in handy.
The smile broadened to a grin;
surely life was very good. And then
the grin faded, and something sus-
piciously like a frown took its place.
For he had arrived at the Carlton,
and reality had come back to him.
“Mr. Potts will see no one, sir,” re-
marked the man ‘to whom he ad-
dressed his question. “You are about
the twentieth gentleman who has been
here alrcady today.”
Hugh lad expected this, and smiled
genially.
. “Precisely, my stout fellow,” he re-
marked. “but I'll lay a small amount
of money that they were newspaper
men. Now. I'm not. And I think that
to Mr. Potts. he will see me.” |
lle sat down at a table. and drew |
a sheet of paper toward him. Two
facts were certain: First, that the
man upstairs was not the real Potts:
gang. The difficulty was to know ex-
actly how to word the note. There
might be some mystic pass-word, the
om’ssion of which would prove him
an impostor at once. At length he
took a pen and wrote rapidly; he
would have to chance it.
“Urgent. A message from
quarters.”
He sealed the envelope and handed
it with the necessary five shillings!
for postage to the man. Then he sat
down to wait. After what seemed an
interminable delay he saw the mes
senger crossing the lounge.
“Mr. Potts will see you, sir.”
Hugh followed his guide along a
corridor, and paused outside a door’
while he went into a room. He heard
a murmur of voices, and then the
man reappeared.
“This way, sir,” he said, and Hugh
stepped inside, to stop with an invol-
untary gasp of surprise. The man
seated in the chair was Potts, to all
intents and purposes. The likeness
was extraordinary, and had he not
known that the real article was at
Goring he would have been com:
pletely deceived himself.
The man waited till the door was;
closed: then he rose and stepped |
forward suspiciously. ;
“I don’t know you,” he said. “Who
are you?”
“Since when has every one em-
ployed at headquarters known one
another? Drummond returned guard
edly. “And, incidentally, your like:
ness to our lamented friend is won-
head-
derful. It very nearly deceived even
me.”
The man, not ill-pleased, gave a’
i short laugh. |
| snarled the other.
i mildly.
“It'll pass, I think. But it's risky. |
These cursed reporters have been
badgering the whole morning. . . |
And if his wife or somebody comes
over, what then? It wasn’t like
Rosca to bungle in Belfast. He's
never left a clue before, and he had
plenty of time to do the job prop-:
erly.” !
«A pame Inside a breast-pocket
might easily be overlooked,” remarked /
Hugh, seizing the obvious clue. i
“Are you making excuses for him?” |
“He's failed, and
failure is death. Such is our rule. !
Would you have it altered?”
“Most certainly not. The issues are
far too great for any weakness. . . .”
«you're right, my friend—you’re
right. Long live the Brotherhood.”
He stared out of the window with
smouldering eyes, and Hugh preserved
a discreet sileirce. Then suddenly the
other broke out again. . “Have
they killed that insolent puppy of a
soldier yet?”
“Er—not murmured Hugh
yet.”
“They must find the American at
once.” The man thumped the table
emphatically. “It was important be-
fore—at least his money was. Now
with this blunder—it’s vital.”
«precisely.” said Hugh. “Precise-
ly.”
“I've already interviewed one man
from Scotland Yard, but every hour
increases the danger. However, you
have a message for me. What is 1t?”
Hugh rose and casually picked up
his hat. He had got more out of the
interview than he had hoped for, and
there was nothing to be gained by
prolonging it. But it struck him that
Mr. Potts’ impersonator was a man
of unpleasant disposition, and that
tactically a flanking movement to the
door wus indicated. And, being of
an open nature himself, it is possible
thant the real state of affairs showed
for a moment on his face. Be that
as It Li, something suddenly aroused
the other's suspicions, and with a
«nnrl of fury he sprang past Hugh to
the door.
"Who are you?’ He spat the words
out venomously, at the same time
whipping an ugly-looking knife out of
his pocket.
Hugh replaced his hat and stick
on the table and grinned gently.
“I am the insolent puppy of a sol-
dier, dear old bird,” he remarked,
watching the other warily. “And if
I was you I'd put the toothpick away.
. . . You might hurt yourself—"
As he spoke he was edging, little by
little, toward the other man, who
crouched snarling by the door. His
eyes, grim and determined, never left
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the other's face; his hands, apparently
hanging listless by his sides, were]
tingling with the joy of what he knew |
was coming. - {
“And the penalty of failu:r :s death
isn't it, dear one?” He si > almost
dreawily; but not for an * stant did |
his attention relax. Almost imper- |
ceptibly, he crept toward the other
man, talking gently.
“Such is your rule.” And 1 think |
you have failed, haven't you, you un- |
pleasant specimen of humanity? How
will they kill you, I wonder?”
It was at that moment that the man
made his mistake. He looked away;
only for a moment—but he looked
away. Just as a cat's nerves give |
after a while and it looks round for
an avenue of escape, so did the crouch-
ing man take his eyes fr n Hugh.
And quick as any dog, Hug sprang.
With his left hand he * ized the
man’s right wrist, with h.s right he!
seized his throat. Then He forced |
him upright against the door and held |
him there. Even when inch by inch |
he shifted his grip on the man’s knife
hand he never took his eyes from his |
With His Left Hand He Seized thc
Man's Right Wrist, With His Right
He Seized His Throat. |
opponent's face; even when with 8
sudden gasp of agony the mat
dropped his knife from fingers which |
of a sudden, had become numb, the
steady, merciless glare still bored
into his brain.
“You're not very clever at it, are
you?” said Hugh softly. “It woulé
be so easy to kill you now, and excepi
for the inconvenience I should
doubtedly suffer, it mightn’t be a bac
idea. But they know me downstairs
and .it would make it so awkward
when I wanted to dine here again
. So, taking everything intc
account, I think—" |
There was a sudden lightning move
ment, a heave and a quick jerk. The
impersonator of Potts was dimly con
scious of flying through the air, anc
of hitting the floor some yards fron
the door. He made a frantic effort.
to rise, but the pain was too great
and he rolled over cursing, while the
soldier, his hand on the door-knob.
laughed gently.
“I'l keep the toothpick,” he re |
marked, “as a memento.” |
The next moment he was striding
along the corridor toward the ele |
vater. As a fight it had been a poor
one, but his brain was busy with the
information he had heard. "True, it
had been scrappy in the extreme, and,
in part, had only confirmed what he
had suspected all along. The wretched
Granger had been foully done to death,
for no other reason than that he was
the millionaire’s secretary. Hugh's
jaw tightened; it revolted his sense of
sport. It wasn't as if the poor blight:
er had done anything; merely because
he existed and might ask inconvenient
questions he had been removed. And
as the elevator shot downwards, and
the remembrance of the grim struggle
he had had in the darkness of The
Elms the night before came back tc
his mind, he wondered once again if
he had done wisely in not breaking
Peterson’s neck while he had the
chance.
He was still debating the question
in his mind as he crossed the tea
lounge.
“Why, Captain Drummond, you look
pensive.” A well-known voice from a
table at his side made him look down,
and he bowed a little grimly. Irma
Peterson was regarding him with a
mocking smile.
He glanced at her companion, 2
young man whose face seemed vaguely
familiar to him, and then his eyes
rested once more on the girl. Even
his masculine intelligence could ap
preciate the perfection—in a slightly
2oreign style—of her clothes; and, as
to her beauty, he had never been un-
der any delusions.
“The Carlton seems rather a favor-
fte resort of yours,” she continued,
watching him through half closed eyes.
“I think you're very wise to make
the most of it while you can,”
“While I can?’ said Hugh.
sounds rather depressing.”
“I've done my best,” continued the
girl, “but matters have passed out of
my hands, I'm afraid.”
Again Hugh glanced at her compan:
fon, but he had risen and was talking
to some people who had just come in.
“Is he one of the firm?” he re
marked. “His face seems familiar.”
“Oh, no!” .said the -girl. “He 18+ |,
just a friend”: She leaned forwar”
“That
suddenly. “Why don’t you join us.
instead of so foolishly trying to fight |
us? Believe .ne, Monsieur Hugh, it is!
the only thing that can possibly save
you. You know too much.”
“Is the invitation to amalgamat®
official, or from your own charming
brain?’ murmured Hugh.
“Made on the spur of the moment,”
she said lightly. “But it may be rel
garded as official.” !
“Im afraid it must be declined on
the spur of the moment,” he an |
swered in the same tone. “And equal: |
ly to be rezarded as official. Well. |
au revoir. Please tell Mr. Peterson |
how sorry I am to have missed him.” i
“] will most certainly,” answered.
the girl. “But then, mon ami, yot|
will be seeing him again soon, without
doubt. 2
She waved a charming hand in fare
well, and turned to her companion. '
But Drummond, though he went intc |
the hall outside, did not immediately |
leave the hotel. Instead, he button: |
holed an exquisite being arrayed in|
gorgeous apparel, and led him to a
point of vantage.
“You see that girl,” he remarked,
“having tea with a man at the third!
table from the big palm? Now, can |
you tell me who the man is? I seem |
to know his face, but I can't put 8
name to it.”
“That, sir,” murmured the exquisite
being, with the faintest perceptible
scorn at such ignorance, “is the mar-
quis of Laidley. His lordship is fre
quently here.”
“Laidley!” cried Hugh, in sudden ex
citement. “Laidley! The duke of
Lampshire’s son! You priceless old
stuffed tomato—the plot thickens.”
Completely regardless of the scan-
dalized horror on the exquisite being’s
face, he smote him heavily in the
stomach and stepped into Pall Mall
For clear before his memory had come
three lines on the scrap of paper he
had torn from the table at The Elms
that first night, when he had grabbed
the dazed millionaire from under
Peterson’s nose.
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earl necklace and the
are at present
chess of Lamp-
The duchess of Lampshire’s pearls
were world-famous; the marquis of
Laidley was apparently enjoying his
tea. And between the two there
seemed to be a connection rather too
obvious to be missed.
THREE.
“Im glad you two fellows came
down,” said Hugh thoughtfully, as he
entered the sitting-room of his bunga-
low at Goring. Dinner was over, and
stretched in three chairs were Peter
Darrell, Algy Longworth, and Toby
Sinclair. “Did you know that a man
came here this afternoon, Peter?”
“1 did not. Who was it?”
“Mrs. Denny has just told me.” Hugh
reached out a hand for his pipe, and
proceeded to stuff it with tobacco.
“He came about the water. And he
told her that I had told him to come.
Unfortunately, I'd done nothing of the
sort.”
“What do you mean, Hugh?’ asked
Toby Sinclair.
“It’s pretty obvious, old boy,” said
Hugh grimly. “I should say that
about five hours ago Peterson found |
out that our one and only Hiram C.
Potts was upstairs.”
“Good Lord!” spluttered Darrell,
by now very wide awake, “what do
we do, sergeant-major?”
“We take it in turns—two at a
time—to sit up with Potts.” Hugh
glanced at the other three. “D—n it
—you blighters—wake up!”
“I don’t know what it is,” Darrell
said, rubbing his eyes, “I feel most in-
fernally sleepy.”
“Well, listen to me—confound you
To Tohy P?
“Sorry, old man.” With a start Sin-
clair sat up in his chair and blinked
at Hugh. :
“They're almost certain to try and
get him tonight” went on Hugh.
“Having given the show away by
leaving a clue on the wretched secre-
tary, they must get the real man as
soon as possible. It’s far too danger-
ous to leave the—leave the—"” His
head dropped forward on his chest:
a short, half-strangled snore came
from his lips. It had the effect of
waking him for the moment, and he
staggered to his feet.
The other three, sprawling in their
chairs, were openly and unashamedly
asleep; even the dogs lay in fantastic
attitudes, breathing heavily, inert like
logs.
“wake up!” shouted Hugh wildly.
“por God's sake — wake up! We've
been drugged!”
An iron weight seemed to be press-
ing down on his eyelids: the desire
for sleep grew stronger and stronger.
For a few moments more he fought
against it, hopelessly, despairingly;
while his legs seemed not to belong
to him, and there was a roaring noise
in his ears. And then, just before
unconsciousness overcame him, there
came to his bemused brain the sound
of a whistle thrice repeated from out-
side the window, With a last stu-
pendous effort he fought his way to-
ward it, and for a moment he stared
into the darkness. There were dim
figures moving through the shrubs,
and suddenly one seemed to detach
itself. It came nearer, and the light
fell on the man’s face. His nose and
mouth were covered with a sort of
pad, but the cold, sneering eyes were
unmistakable.
“Lakington!” gasped Hugh, and
then the roaring noise increased in
his head; his legs struck work alto
‘gether, ‘He collapsed on the floor and
lay. sprawling, while Lakington, his
face pressed against the glass outside,
watched in silence.
“Draw the curtains.” Lakington
was speaking, his voice muffled be-
hind the pad, and one of the men did
as he said. There were four in all,
each with a similar pad over his
mouth and nose. “Where did you put
the generator, Brownlow?”
“In the coal-scuttle.” A man whom
Mrs. Denny would have had no diffi-
culty in recognizing, even with the
mask on his face, carefully lifted a
small black box out of the scuttle from
behind some coal, and shook it gent-
ly, holding it to his ear. “It’s fin-
ished,” he remarked, and Lakington
nodded.
“An ingenious invention is gas,”
he said, addressing another of the
men. “We owe your nation quite a
debt of gratitude for the idea.”
A guttural grunt left no doubt as
to what that nation was, and Laking-
ton dropped the box into his pocket.
“Go get him,” he ordered briefly,
and the others left the room.
Contemptuously Lakington kicked
one of the dogs; it rolled over and
lay motionless in its new position.
Then he vent in turn to each of the
three men sprawling in the chairs.
With no attempt at gentleness he
turned their faces up to the light, and
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In His Eyes Was a Look of Cold Fury,
and He Kicked the Unconscious Man
Savagely.
studied them deliberately; then he let
their heads roll back again with a
thud. Finally, he went to the window
and stared down at Drummond. In
his eyes was a look of cold fury, and
he kicked the unconscious man sav-
agely in the ribs.
“You young swine,” he muttered. |
“Do you think I'll forget that blow
on the jaw?”
He took another box out of his
pocket and looked at it lovingly.
“Shall I?” With a short laugh he
replaced it. “It's too good a death
for you, Captain Drummond, D.S.O.,
M.C. Just to snuff out in your sleep.
No, my friend, I think I can devise |
something better than that; some-
thing really artistic.”
Two other men came in as he
turned away, and Lakington looked
at them.
“Well,” he asked, “have you got the
old woman?”
“Bound and gagged in the kitchen,”
answered one of them laconically.
“Are you going to do this crowd in?”
The speaker looked at the uncon-
scious men with hatred in his eyes.
“They encumber the earth—this
breed of puppy.”
“They will not encumber it for
long,” sald Lakington softly. “But
the one in the window there is not
going to die so easily. I have a small
unsettled score with him. . . .”
“All right; he’s in the car” A
voice came from outside the window,
and with a last look at Hugh Drum-
mond, Lakington turned away.
“Then we'll go,” he remarked. “Au
revoir, my blundering young bull. Be-
fore I've finished with you, you'll
scream for mercy. And you won't
get it. .0.
Through the still night air there
came the thrumming of the engine of
a powerful car. Gradually it died
away and there was silence. And
then, with a sudden crack, Peter Dar-
rell’s head rolled over and hit the arm
of his chair.
CHAPTER SIX.
In Which a Very Old Game Takes
Place on the Hog's Brck.
ONE.
A thick grey mist lay over the
Thames. It covered the water and the
low fields to the west like a thick
white carpet; it drifted sluggishly
under the old bridge which spans the
river between Goring and Streatley.
It was the hour before dawn, and
sleepy passengers, rubbing the win-
dows of their carriages as the Ply-
mouth boat express rushed on toward
London, shivered and drew their rugs
closer around them. It looked cold
. . . cold and dead.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the
vapor rose, and spread outwards up
the wooded hills by Basildon. It
drifted through the shrubs and rose-
bushes of a little garden, which
stretched from a bungalow down to
the water's edge, until at length wisps
of it brushed gently round the bunga-
low itself. Suddenly the window of
one of the downstair rooms was flung
open, and a man with a white hag-
gard face leaned out drawing great
gulps of fresh air into his lungs.
Three other men lay sprawling un-
couthly in chairs, and two dogs lay
motionless on the hearthrug.
After a moment or two the man
withdrew, only to appear again with
one of the others in his arms, And
then, having dropped his burden
through the window on to the lawn
outside, he repeated his performance
with the remaining two. Finally he
pitched the two dogs after them, and
then, with his hand to his forehead,
he staggered down to the water's
edge.
“Holy smoke!” he muttered to him-
self, as he plunged his head into the
cold water, “talk about the morning
after!”
After a while, with the water still
dripping down his face, he returned
to the bungalow and found the other
three in various stages of partial in-
sensibility.
“Wake up. my heroes,” he remarked,
“and go and put your great fat heads
in the river. We were all of us
drugged or doped somehow. And
now,” he added bitterly, “we've all
zot heads, and we have not got Potts.”
“I don’t remember anything,” said
Toby Sincla’r, “except falling asleep.
Have they takeax him?”
“Of course they have,” said Hugh.
“Just before I went off I saw ‘em
all in the garden, and that swine
Lakington was with them. However,
while you go and put your nuts in the
river, I'll go up and make certain.”
With a grim smile he watched the
three men lurch down to the water;
then he turned and went upstairs to
the room which had been occupied
by the American millionaire. It was
empty, as he had known it would be,
and with a smothered curse he made
his way downstairs again.
TWO.
“Has it struck you fellows,” re-
marked Hugh, at the conclusion of
lunch, “that seated around this table
are four officers who fought with some
distinction and much discomfort in
the recent historic struggle?”
“How beautifully you put it, old
flick !” said Darrell.
“Has it further struck you fellows,”
continued Hugh, “that last night we
were done down, trampled on, had
for mugs by a crowd of dirty black-
guards composed largely of the dregs
of the universe?”
“A veritable Solomon,” said Algy,
gazing at him admiringly through his
eyeglass. “I told you this morning I
detested your friends.”
“Has it still further struck you,”
went on Hugh, a trifle grimly, “that
we aren't standing for it? I propose
that we should tackle the blighters
tonight.”
“Ponight 1” echoed Darrell. “Where?”
“At The Elms, of course. That's
where the wretched Potts is for a
certainty.”
“And how do you propose that we
should set about it?’ demanded Sin-
clair. >
Drummond drained his port and
grinned gently.
“By stealth, dear old beans —by
stealth. You—and I thought we
might rake in Ted Jerningham, and
perhaps Jerry Seymour, to join the
happy throng—will make a demonstra-
tion in force, with the idea of draw-
ing off the enemy, thereby leaving the
coast clear for me to explore the
house for the unfortunate Potts. An
accident... . ... A CAT, .:. .
What is the connecting-link. . .
Why, drink. Write it down, Algy, or
we might forget. Now, can you beat
that?”
“We might have some chance,” said
Darrell kindly, “if we had the slight-
est idea what you were talking about.”
“pay attention, all of you,” said
Hugh. “Tonight some time about ten
of the clock, Algy’s motor will pro-
ceed along the Godalming-Guildford
road.. It will contain you three—also
Ted and Jerry Seymour, if we can
get ’em. On approaching the gate of
The Elms, you will render the night
hideous with your vocal efforts. Stray
passers-by will think that you are all
tight. Then will come the dramatic
moment, when, with a heavy crash,
you ram the gate. Horrified at this
wanton damage to property, you will
Jeave the car and proceed in mass
formation up the drive.”
«Still giving tongue?’ queried Dar-
rell.
«Still giving tongue. Either Ted
or Jerry or both of 'em will approach
the house and inform the owner in
heartbroken accents that they have
damaged his gate post. You three will
remain in the garden—you might be
recognized. Then it will be up to
you. You'll have several men all
round you. Keep 'em occupied—some-
how. They won't hurt you; they'll
only be concerned with seeing that
you don’t go where you're not wanted.
The last thing they want to do is to
draw any suspicion on themselves—
and, on the face of it, you are merely
five convivial wanderers who have
looked on the wine when it was red.
I think,” he added thoughtfully, “that
ten minutes will be enough for me.”
“What will you be doing?’ said
Toby.
“I shall be looking for Potts. Don’t
worry about me. I'll look after my-
self. Now, is that clear?
“Perfectly,” said Darrell, after a
short silence. “But I don’t know that
I like it, Hugh. It seems to me, old
son, that you're running an unneces-
sary lot of risk.”
“Got any alternative?”
Drummond.
“If we're all going down,” said Dar-
rell, “why not stick together and rush
the house in a garg?”
(To be Continued..)
demanded