The Man Who Was Thursday
12. The Earth In Anarchy
URGING the horses to a gallop, without respect to the rather rugged descent of
the road, the horsemen soon regained their advantage over the men on the
march, and at last the bulk of the first buildings of Lancy cut off the sight of their
pursuers. Nevertheless, the ride had been a long one, and by the time they
reached the real town the west was warming with the colour and quality of
sunset. The Colonel suggested that, before making finally for the police station,
they should make the effort, in passing, to attach to themselves one more
individual who might be useful.
"Four out of the five rich men in this town," he said, "are common swindlers. I
suppose the proportion is pretty equal all over the world. The fifth is a friend of
mine, and a very fine fellow; and what is even more important from our point of
view, he owns a motor-car."
"I am afraid," said the Professor in his mirthful way, looking back along the white
road on which the black, crawling patch might appear at any moment, "I am
afraid we have hardly time for afternoon calls."
"Doctor Renard's house is only three minutes off," said the Colonel.
"Our danger," said Dr. Bull, "is not two minutes off."
"Yes," said Syme, "if we ride on fast we must leave them behind, for they are on
"He has a motor-car," said the Colonel.
"But we may not get it," said Bull.
"Yes, he is quite on your side."
"But he might be out."
"Hold your tongue," said Syme suddenly. "What is that noise?"
For a second they all sat as still as equestrian statues, and for a second--for two
or three or four seconds--heaven and earth seemed equally still. Then all their
ears, in an agony of attention, heard along the road that indescribable thrill and
throb that means only one thing--horses!
The Colonel's face had an instantaneous change, as if lightning had struck it, and
yet left it scatheless.