Evening star., 1921-05-01
Bulldog Drumm0nd
BY CYRIL McNEIIE ("Sapper")
+, novel Of Mystery, Love and Adventure.
Copyright. 1921. b. George H. Doran CO..

, probability, was a carefully prepared
moose: that, from every point of view,
| he could help Phyllis better by re-
naming free agent outside. But
when girl shrieks. and the man who
loves her hears it. arguments begin
to look tired. And what little cau-
ton might have remained to Hugh
! completely vanished as he saw the
girl watching him, with agonized
| terror in her face. from an upStair
window. as he dashed up to the house.
1t was only for a brief second that
he saw her: then she disappeared sud
denly. as if snatched away by some
! invisible person.
I'm coming. darling" He had given
one wild shout and hurled himself
through the door which led into the
| house from the garden. A dazzling
| light of intense brilliance had shone
| IN his face, momentarf1y binding him;
| then had come a crushing Now on
the back Of his head.
One cropping. wild step forward.
| and Hugh Drummond dimly con-
| sclous of men all round him. had
| pitched forward on his face into utter
| oblivion.
| Its too easy" Lakington's sneer-
! ing Volc" broke the silence. as he
looked vindictively a the unconscious
| man.
SO you have thought before.
Henry" chuckled Peterson. whose
complete recovery from his recent
| unfortunate indisposition was shown
! by the steady glow tof the inevitable
! cigar: And he always bobs up
| somehow. If you take my advice
you'll finish him off here and now,
and run no further risks
kill him while he's unconscious? ?"
Lakington laughed evilly NO. Carl.
not under any circumstances what
! ever. He has quite a lengthy score
| to pay, and by God. he's going to pay
, it this time" He stepped forward
| and kicked Drummond twice in the
ribs with cold. animal fury.
We'll. don't kick him when he's
| down, guv'nor. You'll ave plenty O.
time after A hoarse voice from
the circle of men made Lakington
look up.
You cut it out. Jem Smith" he
snarled, "or l might find plenty of
time after for others besides this
young swine" The ex-pugulist NUT
tered uneasily under his breath. but
said no more. and it was Peterson
who broke the silence.
him.
Lash him up like the other two"
returned Lakington. "and leave him
to cool until I get back tomorrow.
But I'll bring him round before l go.
and Just talk to him for a little. |
wouldn't like him not to know what
was going to happen to him. Antici-
patton is always delightful" He
turned to two of the men standing
near. Garry him into my room
ne ordered. and another of you get
the rope"
And so it was that Algy Longworth
and Toby Sinclair, with black rage
and fury in their hearts. watched the
limp form of their leader being car
ried into the central room. Swathed
in rope, they sat motionless and i'm
potent. in their respective chairs.
while they watched the same process
being performed on Drummond. He
was no amateur at the game was the
rope winder, and by the time he had
finished, Hugh resembled nothing SO
much as a lifeless brown mummy.
Only his head was free, and that
lolled forward helplessly.
Lakington watched the performance
for time; then. wearying of it, he
strolled over to Algy's chair.
Well. you puppy" he remarked,
again?" He picked up the rhinocer-
floor. and bent it between his hands.
That veal on your face greatly i'm
proves your beauty, and next time
you'll get two. and gag as well"
"How's the jaw. you horrible bit
of dreg?' remarked Algy insultingly.
and Toby laughed.
Don't shake his nerve. Algy," he
implored. For the first time in his
filthy life he feels safe in the same
room as Hugh"
The taunt seemed to madden LAX |
ington, who sprang across the room
and lashed Sinclair over the face. !
But even after the sixth cut no
sound came from the helpless man. !
though the blood was streaming !
down inside his collar. His eyes, !
calm and sneering. met those of the |
raving man in front of him without |
culver. and, at last, Peterson him |
self intervened.
"Stop it. Lakington." His voice |
was stern as he caught the others !
upraised arm. That's enough for |
the time" !
For a moment it seemed as if .
Lakington would have struck Peter !
son himself; then he controlled him !
self. and. with an ugly laugh, flung !
the whip into a corner.
Continued in Tomorrows Starr