Garrick had selected as the site of our operations a corner of the
grove where a very large tree raised itself as a landmark,
silhouetted in black against a dark sky. We deposited the stuff
there as he directed.
"Now, Jim," ordered Dillon, walking back to the car with his man,
"I want you to take the car and go back along this road until you
reach the top of the hill."
I could not hear the rest of the order, but it seemed that he was
to meet someone who had preceded us on foot from the railway
station and who must be about due to arrive. I did not know who or
what it might be, but even the thought of someone else made me
feel safer, for in so ticklish a piece of business as this, in
dealing with at least a pair of desperate men such as we knew them
to be in the ominously quiet little house, a second and even a
third line of re-enforcements was not, I felt, amiss.
Garrick in the meantime had set to work putting into position the
huge reflector. At first I thought it might be some method of
throwing a powerful light on the house.
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