It was folly to think of coming up with the man. He
was set desperately for the westward of the island, and he would
never stop until he reached it.
We turned back into the road:
Marquis' method now changed. He turned swiftly into the road
along the mountain which the cut-under had taken after its
capture.
I was at the extreme of a deadly anxiety about Madame Barras.
It seemed to me, now, certain that some gang of criminals having
knowledge of the packet of money had waylaid the cut-under.
Proud of my conclusion, I put the inquiry to Sir Henry as we
hurried along. If we weren't too late!
He stopped suddenly like a man brought up at the point of a
bayonet.
"My word!" He jerked the expression out through his tightened
jaws. "Has she got ninety thousand dollars of your money!" And
he set out again in his long stride. I explained briefly as I
endeavored to keep his pace. It was her own money, not mine, but
she did in fact have that large sum with her in the cut-under on
this night. I gave him the story of the matter, briefly, for I
had no breath to spare over it. And I asked him what he thought.
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