“Well—that’s that,” he remarked. “Don’t seem to have advanced things much.”
“Get out of sight,” snapped Drummond. “Go inside and stop there. Buy matches or something.”
With a feeling of complete bewilderment Algy did as he was told. He went inside and he stopped there, until the proprietor began to eye him suspiciously. There had been two or three cases of hold-ups in the papers recently, and after he had bought several packets of unprepossessing cigarettes and half a dozen boxes of matches the atmosphere became strained. In desperation he went to the door and peered out, thereby confirming the shopman’s suspicions to such good effect that he ostentatiously produced a dangerous-looking life-preserver.
Hugh had completely disappeared. Not a trace of him was to be seen, and feeling more b
