As it opened, the excited
"Moonshee" leaped into the hallway. "What's up?" he cried, forgetting
his assumed character. "I came over, for I had a telegram that
the Stella was in with old Fraser and Nadine. The General sent a
special messenger to me."
"Run up and get my saber and your own pistol and join me! There's
foul play here! The house is all right! Come on, for God's sake!"
shouted Harry Hardwicke. He led his captive by the trebled bell
cord passed with double hitches around the burglar's pinioned arms,
and the Moonshee now leaped back--ready to take a man's part--for
he easily divined the treachery.
Out into the wild night they hurried, leaving behind them
the barricaded "Banker's Folly," now gleaming with lights. "Where
in hell is Simpson?" demanded Eric Murray, as he struggled along
clutching the gleaming tulwar tightly in his hand.
"Drunk at Rozel Pier, I suppose!" bitterly answered Hardwicke.
"Come here and just prick this fellow up into a trot!"
As they hastened on, Prince Djiddin succeeded at last in convincing
the two gardeners that he was not a ghost, but a reincarnated
Englishman who had been larking disguised as a Hindu Prince. "What's
the devilish game, anyway?" puffed out Captain Murray, still in
the dark, as they struggled on in the darkness along the road.
"Hawke has tried to kidnap Nadine!" hastily cried Hardwicke.
"My God! what's that?" They soon came up to an overturned carriage.
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