Updyke had figured matters out almost to a nicety. Two miles west of Jamesport a limousine hove in view.
The car was coming fast, head-on for passage against all-comers. But Carver was an old hand at stopping speeders.
He jumped from his machine and laid it crosswise of the narrow road. Then with his feet on the wheel and his revolver pointed straight at the oncoming chauffeur, he shouted:
"Halt! or I'll kill you!"—and at once the emergency was applied to the brakes of the big machine, causing thereby a most gruesome noise.
"HALT! OR I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Hands up, chauffeur! Step off of your car—lie down on the roadside—belly to the ground!"
To the Updyke man he said—"If he makes a move kill him!"
Parkins, not yet discovered by either officer, had dropped to the floor and pulled a dust robe over his body. Carver tried to open the door, but it was locked from inside. The door on the other side was also bolted from within.