Bullard swung his hand backwards and smote the babbling mouth. "Idiot! Do you think there's no punishment for attempted murder?"
"I'll confess—I'll confess to himself—and he'll forgive—"
"Will you! Is attempted murder your only crime? Shut your crazy mouth now, or it will be the worse for you."
And so, panting with exertion and passion, the fearful twain came to the car hidden in the wood. But Bullard was already recovering.
* * * * *
"No damage that I can see, except to the door of the garage," said Caw at last. "The car's all right."
"We'd better take a turn round the house," answered Alan, "though it's a search-light that's wanted tonight."
"Be careful, sir!"
"Oh, nonsense! Whoever it was has cleared out long ago." He moved off in advance, and was turning the corner, flashing his torch into the shrubbery, when a pale figure flew out of the darkness.
"You're safe!" cried a voice in tones of supreme relief. "Oh, but I was terrified for you!"