only Bell's swift gesture of a finger to his lips
checked her cry of relief.
Voices outside. The guttural Spanish of the Herr Wiedkind. Other,
emotionless voices replying. The Herr Wiedkind climbed heavily into the
car and sat down, producing a huge revolver which bore steadily upon
Bell. The door closed, and he made a swift gesture of caution.
"Idt may be," said the Germanic voice harshly, "that you and the young
ladty haff much to say to each other. But idt can wait. And I warn you,
_mein Herr_, that at the first movement I shall fire."
Bell relaxed. There was the purring of the motor. The car moved off.
Obviously there was some microphonic attachment inside the tonneau which
carried every word within the locked vehicle to the ears of the two men
upon the chauffeur's seat. An excellent idea for protection against
treachery. Bell smiled, and moved so that his lips were a bare half-inch
from Paula's ears.
"Try to weep, loudly," he said in the faintest of whispers. "This man is
a friend."
* * * * *
But Paula could only stare at the bulky figure sitting opposite until he
suddenly removed the spectacles, and smiled dryly, and then reached in
his pockets and handed Bell two automatic pistols, and extended a tiny
but very wicked weapon to Paula. He motioned to her to conceal it.
Jamison--moving to make the minimum of noise--handed Bell a sheet of
stiff cardboard. It passed into Bell's fingers without a rustle. He
showed it silently to Paula.
We were overheard last night by someone. We don't know who or how
much he heard. Dictaphone in the room we talked in. Can't find out
who it was or what action he's taken. We may be riding into a trap
now. Ortiz has disappeared. He may be dead. We can only wait and
see.
The car was moving as if in city traffic, a swift dash forward and a
sudden stop, and then another swift dash. But the walls within were
padded so that no sound came from without save the faint vibration of
the motor and now and then the distinct flexing of a spring. Then the
car turned a corner. It went more rapidly. It turned another corner. And
another....
In the light of the bright dome light, Bell saw beads of sweat coming
out on Jamison's face. He did not dare to speak, but be formed words
with his lips.
"He's turning wrong! This isn't the way to the field!"
Bell's jaws clenched. He took out his two automatics and looked at them
caref
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