These thoughts were coursing through my fevered brain while
Garrick was working hard to bring him around.
Suddenly a mocking voice came from the hall.
"Yes, it's Forbes, all right, and much good may it do you to have
him!"
The door to the room, which opened outward, banged shut. The lock
had been broken by us in forcing an entrance. There must have been
two of them out in the hall, for we heard the noise and scraping
of feet, as they piled up heavy furniture against the door,
dragging it from the next room before we could do anything. Piece
after piece was wedged in between our door and the opposite wall.
We could hear them taunt us as they worked, and I thought I
recognised at once the voice of the stocky keeper of the garage,
the Boss, whom I had heard so often before over our detectaphone.
The other voice, which seemed to me to be disguised, I found
somewhat familiar, yet I could not place it. It must have been, I
thought, that of the man whom we had come to know and fear under
the appellation of the Chief.
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