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18. What Happened To Harley--Continued
Not until Harley came within sight of the house, a low, rambling Jacobean
building, did he attempt to take cover. He scrambled up a tree and got astride of
a wall. A swift survey by his electric torch of the ground on the other side
revealed a jungle of weeds in either direction.
He uttered an impatient exclamation. He calculated that the car was now within a
hundred yards of the end of the lane. Suddenly came an idea that was born of
emergency. Swarming up the tree to where its dense foliage began, he perched
upon a stout bough and waited.
Three minutes later came a blaze of light through the gathering darkness, and
the car which he had last seen at the Savoy was turned into the drive, and
presently glided smoothly past him below.
The interior lights were extinguished, so that he was unable to discern the
occupants. The house itself was also unilluminated. And when the car pulled up
before the porch, less than ten yards from his observation post, he could not
have recognized the persons who descended and entered Hillside.
Indeed, only by the sound of the closing door did he know that they had gone in.
But two figures were easily discernible; and he judged them to be those of Ormuz
Khan and his secretary. He waited patiently, and ere long the limousine was
turned in the little courtyard before the porch and driven out into the lane again.
He did not fail to note that, the lane regained, the chauffeur headed, not toward
Lower Claybury, but away from it.
He retained his position until the hum of the motor grew dim in the distance, and
was about to descend when he detected the sound of a second approaching car!
Acutely conscious of danger, he remained where he was. Almost before the hum
of the retiring limousine had become inaudible, a second car entered the lane
and turned into the drive of Hillside.