Chapter 10
PANDEMONIUM broke loose in his wake as the Scotland Yard man, a hundred and twenty-five-odd pounds of rebellious womanhood clasped to his bosom, burst into the street. There was the hollow crash of a shot, followed by a second, and thereafter a wild hubbub of shouts and cries and screams, interspersed with the frantic shrilling of a police whistle.
For the instant, the quiet side-street was deserted. A dozen yards along from the kitchen exit the club’s electric sign glittered over the main entrance: a line of cars was parked in front of the building. Dene’s eye immediately picked out the black sedan with the characteristic bonnet.
The driving-wheel was nearest to him as he reached the car. It was the work of a second to pluck the door open and, hoisting his burden clear of th
