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Six of the constables were killed, and a number were more or less seriously wounded. Then he went along to the room where the thirteen unlucky ones were under guard awaiting the arrival of a van. Their spirit left nothing to be desired. \u201cYou might as well let us go, guvnor,\u201d said one hefty specimen. \u201cIt\u2019ll only mean trouble if you take us to the station.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeh!\u201d agreed Storm ironically. \u201cAnd the trouble will be right up under your hats!\u201d The man looked at him queerly. \u201cD\u2019you really think you\u2019ll get us to the station?\u201d he asked, and Storm showed his teeth. \u201cI\u2019ll think more than that, for your benefit,\u201d he said unpleasantly. \u201cI think in about two months\u2019 time you will all hang by your necks until you are dead!\u201d Teal, on a round of inspection, stopped Storm to air a theory.<\/p>\n

The detective was taking the set-back with great patience. He stripped the wrapping from a wafer of chewing-gum and inserted the sweet in his mouth with care. \u201cHas it occurred to you,\u201d he said, \u201cthat even a lot of thugs like that bunch wouldn\u2019t be armed to the teeth, every man of \u2019em, in the ordinary way, if they\u2019d thought they were all snug and chummy?\u201d This was a far-fetched suggestion, Storm opined, but Teal\u2019s confidence was undamped.<\/p>\n

He went to the telephone in the hall and called Exchange. \u201cCentral-Inspector Teal,\u201d he introduced himself. \u201cHas this number been called in the last hour?\u2026 Thank you.\u2026 Ah!\u2026 public call box at Monument Station you said?\u2026 Thanks.\u201d \u201cThree bluffs were put over in this shack to-night,\u201d Storm murmured thoughtfully as Teal replaced the receiver. \u201cI don\u2019t think it matters which one that call gave away.\u201d He looked at the detective sombrely. \u201cTeal! This is Hell\u2019s own song and dance act! They were waiting for us, and they guessed they could make a slick enough getaway when the time came; they just stayed on to liven things up a bit for us.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s nerve! I wish the swine didn\u2019t seem so damned sure of themselves.\u201d \u201cYou surprise me\u2014after that speech of yours at the Enquiry,\u201d Teal said drily. Shortly afterwards one of the Flying Squad\u2019s vans arrived with the detachment which had guarded the Bank Station. The officers were unloaded, and the captured members of the Triangle shipped instead, with two armed men for company. A third armed man rode beside the driver.<\/p>\n

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Probably Susan Hawthorne got a lot of her courage and independence from her father, old Smiler Hawthorne, who in his time had been nearly everything and nearly everywhere\u2014a tall, grizzled man who was generally broke but always unbeatable. Anyway, wherever she got it from, she needed it all; for old Hawthorne crossed the Divide one night with the same reckless optimism as he had gone through life. He left her his name and thirty pounds, the rest of his fortune having disappeared only a week before, together with the promoter of a company whose sole asset was a diamond field wherein no diamonds were.<\/p>\n

And Susan Hawthorne faced a blank future with a smile that was reminiscent of old Smiler\u2019s cheeriest effort, which you only saw when things were very black and the proposition to be tackled was exceeding tough. He was that sort of man, and she was his daughter. She felt very much alone in the world. She had lost touch with her own friends in the accompanying of her father in his happy-go-lucky aimless globe-trotting; and most of the friends he had picked up himself\u2014and they were legion\u2014were scattered in odd corners of the earth.<\/p>\n

In any case, she was not one to look for charity. Wherefore she went to Lord Hannassay, because he seemed to be the only friend of her father\u2019s who was in England. She went with some trepidation, and was not unpleasantly surprised, and more than a little nervous, when she found that he was not so inaccessible as his name and position seemed to indicate. \u201cI remember you\u2014sixteen, weren\u2019t you?\u2014queer kid\u2014all eyes and legs.<\/p>\n

And your father?\u201d He had a curiously disjointed manner of speaking, conveying the impression that his thoughts moved faster than his mouth could frame them. \u201cMy father died a month ago,\u201d she said. His grim face softened for a moment. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cYour father was one of the few men I have ever really liked.\u201d After a while she broached the subject of her visit. It was not a task she relished, for she was desperately afraid he would misunderstand. His face remained inscrutable, but the blue eyes searched her face.<\/p>\n

The fingers of his right hand drummed on the table. She learnt afterwards that this was a trick of his when he was embarrassed. \u201cWhat can you do?\u201d he asked. \u201cShorthand\u2014book-keeping\u2014type-writing \u2014anything?\u201d \u201cNothing, I\u2019m afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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