He continued to adjust the little instrument
which I had seen him draw from his pocket and now recognised as
the thing which looked like a telephone transmitter. Only, the
back of it seemed to gleam with a curious brightness under the
rays of the light, as he handled it.
"They have somehow contrived to escape the effect of the bombs,"
he was saying, "and have surprised us in the room on the top floor
where the light is. We are up here with a young fellow named
Forbes, whom we have captured. He's the young man that I saw
several times at the gambling joint and was at dinner with
Warrington the night when the car was stolen. He was pretty badly
overcome by the fumes, but I've brought him around. He either
doesn't know much or won't tell what he knows. That doesn't make
any difference now, though. They have escaped in a car. They are
leaving by the road. Wait. I'll see whether they have reached it
yet. No, it's too dark to see and they have no light on the car.
But they must have turned.
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