t driven home the last screw.

"Oh, see for yourself, if you want to," he said. "But you ought to know.
You know what was in the other case I sent away from here, the one I got
Ella to take in the car for me? I want you to take this one away now,
the sooner it's away the better."

"That's it, is it?" Rupert muttered.

He no longer doubted, and for a moment all things swam together before
him and he felt dizzy and a little sick, and so weak he staggered and
nearly fell, but recovered himself in time.

The sensation passed and he saw Deede Dawson as it were a long way off,
and between them the packing-case, huge, monstrous, and evil, like a
thing of dread from some other world. Violent shudderings swept though
him one after the other, and he was aware that Deede Dawson was speaking
again.

"What did you say?" he asked vacantly, when the other paused.

"You look ill," Deede Dawson answered. "Anything wrong? Why have you
come back so soon? Have you failed?"

Rupert passed his hand before his eyes to clear away the mist that hung
there and that hampered his sight.

He perceived that Deede Dawson held his right hand in the pocket of his
coat, grasping something that bulged out curiously.

He divined that it was a pistol, and that Deede Dawson was ready to
shoot at any moment, but that he wished very greatly to know first of
all what had happened and why Rupert had returned so soon and whether
there was immediate necessity for flight or not.

That he was uneasy was certain, for his cold eyes showed a hesitation
and a doubt such as Rupert had never seen in them before.

"I'll tell you what's happened," Rupert heard himself saying hoarsely.
"If you'll tell me what's in there."

"A bargain, eh?" Deede Dawson said. "It's easy enough. You can look for
yourself if you unscrew the lid, but then, after all, why should we take
all that trouble?"

As he spoke his pistol showed in his hand, and at once the heavy glass
inkpot Rupert had held all this time flew straight and true, and with
tremendous force, at Deede Dawson's head.

He avoided it only by the extreme rapidity with which he dropped behind
the packing-case, and it flew over his head and crashed against the
centre panel of a big wardrobe that stood in one corner of the room,
splitting the panel it struck from top to bottom.

Following it, Rupert hurled himself forward with one great spring, but
agile as a cat that leaps away from the mastiff's teeth, Deede Daws