"And I'll send this one," he said, "to his nest."
When Melchard had been removed, Dick gave his three listeners a rapid and, as their faces and exclamatory comment testified, a vivid sketch of his adventure from his detection of the perfume which pervaded the alcove in Randal's study and the corroboration of his suspicions given by Melchard's attempted alibi in the letter to Amaryllis, to the time when his train pulled out of Todsmoor station; and, in the course of his narrative, he laid on the table, each at its historic point, his pièces de conviction.
Having told how Amaryllis had fainted at the sight of Ockley with the knife-point protruding from the back of his neck, he extracted the Webley from his overcrowded pocket.
"That," he said, "is the man's gun, which Miss Caldegard found for me."
Later, he produced Mut-mut's baag-nouk, laying it, talons upward, beside the Webley.
"That was strapped to his hand. I gave him the first of my two shots before he jumped, the second I put through his head as he lay scrabbling in the car."
At this point there entered the room a stout, bearded man with careworn face and irritable expression. Finucane rose respectfully, but the new-comer made a motion waiving ceremony, sat in the nearest chair, and became one of the audience.
Dick, never observing the addition, continued his tale in a voice monotonous with fatigue.
In their turn he added to the display the Malay's revolver, with which he had captured Melchard, and Melchard's automatic.
And, after telling them how he had forced his prisoner to drink,