"Fair! You don't understand—don't realise—there are millions of pounds at stake."
"I don't care if there are hundreds of millions," she retorted. "The car is only a two-seater and slow at that. There are two of us already and——"
He interrupted her impatiently, with an order to chuck out her passenger—minor considerations had no weight with him—everything, everybody must be sacrificed to the need of the moment.
"Minor considerations?" said Auriole bitterly. "You speak as if you'd carried the game alone, as far as it has gone. But it was my passenger—the man you want to chuck out—who made it possible. The man who was tortured while you were free to——"
She did not finish the sentence for even as she spoke Richard Frencham Altar stepped shakily from the car and came toward them. The extraordinary resemblance between the two men wrung a cry of amazement from Flora.
"Barraclough?" said Richard rocking on his heels. "Pretty extraordinary meeting like this on the finishing straight. How goes?"
"Good God, man!" said Anthony. "They put you through it."
"That's all right," said Richard. "Never mind paying a price if you win the game."
"Get back into the car," Auriole pleaded. "You'll be caught again."
But he put her aside.