the door when Violet's startled voice recalled him to the window.
"Hugh!" she called sharply. "Here, Hugh;" and as he reached her, in a breathless whisper, "There are men inside the car—two more at least."
Darragh had to decide very quickly this time. His choice was not without its element of fineness. "Go down and see about it, Katty," he said, looking Kato straight in the eyes. "And tell Phillips about the whisky."
"Door locked," said the Japanese tersely. "Key other side."
"The key was on this side," exclaimed Darragh fiercely. "Hulse"
"Hell!" retorted Beringer expressively. "That jacket doesn't go out of the room without me this journey."
Darragh had him covered before he had finished speaking.
"Quick," he rapped out. "I'll give you up to three, and if the key isn't out then, by God, I'll plug you, Hulse! One, two"
The little "ping!" that followed was not the automatic speaking, but the release of the electric light switch as Carrados, unmarked among this climax, pressed it up. In the absolute blackness that followed Darragh spun round to face the direction of this new opponent.
"Shoot by all means, Mr. Darragh, if you are used to firing in the dark," said Carrados's imperturbable voice. "But in any case remember that I am. As I am a dead shot by sound, perhaps everyone had better remain exactly where he—or she, I regret to have to add, Miss Darragh—now is."
"You dog!" spat out Darragh.
"I should not even talk," advised the blind man. "I
