“I don’t think I shall have to trouble you for any more information. This time, I propose to show you where you were when you were shot at.”
“What do you mean?” Jack Considine stared at him, incredulously.
“Wait a moment. You’ll see what I mean.”
They walked on for a short distance, Considine watching him curiously. Suddenly Anthony stopped and caught his companion by the arm.
“This is where you were when the first shot was fired. Approximately. Am I right?”
“You are, you wizard,” responded Jack. “This is almost the identical spot.”
Anthony laughed. “Well, I told you I would, didn’t I?”
“Explain yourself, for the love of Mike!”
Anthony shook his head. “All in good time. Believe me, I have an excellent reason for keeping silent—for the present. I am sure you will understand.”
“What do you think, Bathurst?” asked Sir Charles Considine when they returned. “Shall I put Baddeley on to it in the morning?”