“Do as I tell you,” whispered Westerham, and his face was the face of a madman.
Lowther thrust the poker between the bars.
Lowther found a syphon of soda-water and brought Patmore to by squirting his face; then Westerham lifted the man up as though he were a child and threw him into the car. Lowther climbed to the steering wheel and headed south for Kent.
Westerham knew where Lady Kathleen was held prisoner.
[CHAPTER XXV
THE LAST FIGHT]
As the car ran southwards and came to Oxford Street, Westerham thrust Patmore on to the floor and sat holding him between his knees.
Without pity, he again seized the shrinking man's neck in his great hands.