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out turning his head or letting his
Ieye waver, keep him back. Thanks. u
George stepped over the threshold.
Now gentlemen, l shall shoot the
first man who makes movement"
And Ryanne, who knew something
about George, saw that he meant just
what he said. STEADY, every one, y
Rhe said. my friend George here can't
yshoot; but that kind of a man is dead
\liest with a pistol. I surrender"
The brother was struggling 'The
elenh1ne, The telesnhnnA' demand
to call the police. This is accessory
to the fact! 1 tell you, let me go!"
"Mr. Wadsworth," replied George,
IF you do not be still and let me run
this affair, I'll throw the pistols to the
floor, and your brother and his friends
may do as they bally please. Now,
step back and be quiet. stop!" to Ry-
anne, whose hand was reaching out
toward the table.
Don't shoot, Percival; / want only
a final glass of wine" Ryanne calmly
took the slender stem Of the glass be-
tween his fingers, lifted it and drank.
He set it down empty. From his out
side pocket he drew a handkerchief
and delicately dried his lips. He
alone Of his confederates had life. 1t
was because he alone understood.
Prison wasn't staring him in the face
just yet. We'll, Arthur, old top, how
goes it? Nearly got your money-bags,
didn't we? And We surely would have
but for this delicious vintage"
Damn you and your wine!" roared
the Major, shaking with rage. This
adventure had been no joke to him, no
craving for excitement. He wanted
the gold, the gold. With what would
have been his share he could have
gambled at Monte Carlo and Ostend
till the end of his days. For the first
time he saw long, black bars OF iron
running up and down window. And
all for bottle Of wine!
Damn away, old SPORT" Ryanne
reached for the bottle and filled his
glass again. "Percival, I'm blamed
Sorry about that olive-tree Of yours"
He waved his hand toward the bags.
"You can see that my intentions in
regard to refunding that hundred
pounds were strictly honorable. Now,
what's on the ticket?"
II suppose your luggage Is outside
In the automobiles"
"Right-O!"
well, I need not explain my rea-
sons: you will understand them; but
I am going to give you all two hours
time. Then / shall notify the police.
You will have to take your chance
after that time"
The circling faces frightened per-
ceptibly. Two hours-that would car
ry them far into Jersey.
Accepted with thanks" said Ry-
anne
Il refuse to permit it," yelled the
brother. "Mr. Jones, you will rue this
nights work. l shall see that the law
looks into your actions. This is fell
ony. l demand to be allowed to tele-
phone"
"Percival, for hea~ens sake, let
him. cried Ryanne YEARLY. Let
him shout: 1t will soften his voice.
He will hurt nobody. The wires were
cut hours ago."
Mortimer felt the tense muscles in
his grasp relax Arthur Wadsworth
grew limp and reeled against the jamb
of the door.
You had better start at once"
George advised. you three first"
WITH = nod toward Wallace (his bull
bous nose now lavender In hue), the
butler and the first-man. forward
march. front door. Go on!"
What about me?" asked Ryanle.
I'm a moment" GeorGa could not
but admire the man, rascal though he
was. There was a pang Of regret in
his heart as the thought came and
went swiftly: what a comrade this
man would have made under different
circumstances! Too late! Halt" he
cried. The trio marching toward the
door came to a stop, their heads
turned inquiringly. Here, Mr.. Nor
timer; take one of these guns and
cover the Major. He's the one
doubt" Then George followed the