There was also a peculiar
arrangement of springs and wheels in the butt.
"The coats?" he asked, as he took from the wrappings of the
package several rather fragile looking tubes.
I had laid them down near us and handed them over to him. They
were quite heavy, and had a rough feel.
"So-called bullet-proof cloth," explained Garrick. "At close
range, quite powerful lunges of a dagger or knife recoil from it,
and at a distance ordinary bullets rebound from it, flattened.
We'll try it, anyway. It will do no harm, and it may do good. Now
we are ready, Dillon."
"Wait just a minute," cautioned Dillon. "Let me see first whether
that chauffeur has returned. He can run that engine so quietly
that I myself can't hear it."
He had disappeared into the darkness toward the road, where he had
despatched the car a few minutes before. Evidently the chauffeur
had been successful in his mission, for Dillon was back directly
with a hasty, "Yes, all right. He's backing the car around so that
he can run it out on the road instantly in either direction.
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