The Pit-Prop Syndicate
By Freeman Wills Crofts
Contents
PART ONE.
THE AMATEURS
CHAPTER I.
THE SAWMILL ON THE LESQUE
Seymour Merriman was tired; tired of the jolting saddle of his motor bicycle, of the cramped position of his arms, of the chug of the engine, and most of all, of the dreary, barren country through which he was riding. Early that morning he had left Pau, and with the exception of an hour and a half at Bayonne, where he had lunched and paid a short business call, he had been at it ever since. It was now after five o’clock, and the last post he had noticed showed him he was still twenty-six kilometers from Bordeaux, where he intended to spend the night.
“This confounded road has no end,” he thought. “I really must stretch my legs a bit.”