Adventure, June 1911 — page 55: what you’re looking at

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The Seeds of Destruction ‘‘Where are your” demanded Algy for the third time, a fierce impatience shaking him. “If you won’t tell us we will have to set the Yard on to find him, and the moment we do that he will know! And he’s not the man to sit still and wait for them to run him down, is he? Look here, Hafner, if you don’t work with us you'll let him slip through your fingers! Where are your” “Tn a call-office in Wapping. I’ve been doin’ a bit of work down ’ere and livin’ in a garret of ahouse. The garret has a door on to the roof and I was up there when I caught sight of Gray Ghost. Ostermann and Gray Ghost disappeared somewhere on the river banks. I’m going out now to find out where. I’m goin’ to ’unt him down, and if I meet him face to face——!” “Tell me where you are! Give me your address, you idiot, or tell me where I can meet you! You can’t hunt that man down alone! Wait for me to come along with you. Will you? Why not? You promised me I should be in at the end! I promise you I won’t try and stop your taking your re- venge—you can tear his heart out and jump on it if you like—only let me be there, too! Will you?” They listened to him growling and grumbling and grunting at the other end and waited anxiously for the decision he “was struggling to. And then at last it came —reluctant | and ungracious, but a consent. 241 ‘Well, yer can come when I’ve found ’im —not before that, mind yer, though! won’t ’ave yer nosing around and giving ’im the straight tip to clear out! And if yer te won’t try and tell me murder ain’t nice and | the sight not pretty enough to suit yer! Yer can come if yer’ll promise me yer’ll wait till I tell yer to come—oh, no fear of that, I'll give yer time and plenty! You go to yer bed and sleep till I want yer—that’ll be time enough for you. Aw, I'll find him! He can’t 7ave gone far. He was winged too bad, he was! Now give me yer word you won’t come hunting round with a lot of tects till I tell yer I’m ready. Thank yer. T’ll ’old yer to that, mind!” He rang off without a word of warning, and Brett hung up his receiver with an air of bitter disappointment. “‘More delays!” he said pettishly, flinging himself back in his chair. “I am sick of them all! Hafner is an ungrateful turncoat. I thought we’d got Ostermann at last! I thought we’d got him at last!” ‘“‘And perhaps we have,” said Sir Dean slowly. ‘Perhaps we have. At least we are sure of one thing—Gray Ghost is disabled and out of the battle for a few hours, and with- out Gray Ghost Ostermann is powerless! For a few hours, then, we are safe. Al- though we can do nothing, for a few hours we are safe! Thank a merciful God—safe! And now ring through and tell Schlesinger I command him to go to bed!” 1DOOKS. CO