Hammersley started and turned, his hand in his pocket, and Doris followed his look. Three men had risen from among the rocks toward the Tower.
“Don’t move, Hammersley,” said Rizzio’s voice. “You’re in danger, Doris.”
But the girl was clinging to Cyril’s arm. “No, no,” she was crying. Several shots rang out as Cyril threw her aside, dashing forward. One of the men seemed to stumble among the rocks and fall heavily. The other came in toward Cyril, his arm raised, but another shot from behind the rocks made him pause, twist half around, his hand to his shoulder as Cyril caught him a blow which sent him reeling to the edge of the cliff, over which he hung for a moment, peering downwards in horror, and then disappeared from view.
“Well done, Stryker,” she heard Cyril cry. “The other—this way. Don’t let him get off.”
And Stryker disappeared after Rizzio.
[CHAPTER X]
THE YELLOW DOVE
In a daze Doris saw Cyril bend over the prostrate figure and then come toward her.
“Dead?” she whispered in horror.