"The sooner
you hand him over, the better for you."
"Do you hear that, O'Toole?" the other remarked, swinging round on his
heel. "Get up, you blackguard!"
A man rose from underneath the oilskin. He was wearing Craig's clothes,
but his face was the face of a stranger. As quick as lightning, Quest
swung round in his place.
"He's fooled us again!" he exclaimed. "Head her round, Captain--back to
the _Durham_!"
The sailor shook his head.
"We've lost our chance, guvnor," he pointed out, "Look!"
Quest set his teeth and gripped the Inspector's arm. The place where the
_Durham_ had been anchored was empty. Already, half a mile down the river,
with a trail of light behind and her siren shrieking, the _Durham_ was
standing out seawards.
CHAPTER IX
THE INHERITED SIN
1.
"Getting kind of used to these courthouse shows, aren't you, Lenora?"
Quest remarked, as they stepped from the automobile and entered the house
in Georgia Square.
Lenora shrugged her shoulders. She was certainly a very different-looking
person from the tired, trembling girl who had heard Macdougal sentenced
not many weeks ago.
"Could anyone feel much sympathy," she asked, "with those men? Red
Gallagher, as they all called him, is more like a great brute animal than
a human being. I think that even if they had sentenced him to death I
should have felt that it was quite the proper thing to have done."
"Too much sentiment about those things," Quest agreed, clipping the end
off a cigar.
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