seemed as if Algy would never be able to stand again, so completely dead was his body from the waist downwards. But, at length, after what seemed an eternity to Drummond, who realised only too well that should the gang come in they were almost as helpless in their present condition as if they were still bound in their chairs, the other two recovered. They were still stiff and cramped—all three of them—but at any rate they could move; which was more than could be said of the German, who lay twisted and rigid on the floor with his eyes staring up at them—a glassy, horrible stare.
"Poor brute!" said Hugh again, looking at him with a certain amount of compunction. "He was a miserable specimen—but still …" He shrugged his shoulders. "And the contents of my cigarette-case are half a dozen gaspers, and a ten-bob Bradbury patched together with stamp paper!"
He swung round on his heel as if dismissing the matter, and looked at the other two.
"All fit now? Good! We've got to think what we're going to do, for we're not out of the wood yet by two or three miles."
"Let's get the door open," remarked Algy, "and explore."
Cautiously they swung it open, and stood motionless. The house was in absolute silence; the hall was deserted.
"Switch out the light," whispered Hugh. "We'll wander round."
They crept forward stealthily in the darkness, stopping every now and then to listen. But no
