"
"I like it," she remonstrated, as he offered to take the wheel.
"Please--please--let me drive. I shall go crazy if I'm not doing
something. I saw the Z99 go down. What was it? Who--"
"Captain," called Craig. "Quick--into the car. We must hurry. To
the Stamford house, Miss Shirley. No one can get away from it
before we arrive. It is surrounded."
Everything was quiet, apparently, about the house as our wild ride
around the edge of the harbour ended under the deft guidance of
Gladys Shirley. Here and there, behind a hedge or tree, I could
see a lurking secret-service man. Burke joined us from behind a
barn next door.
"Not a soul has gone in or out," he whispered. "There does not
seem to be a sign of life there."
Craig and Burke had by this time reached the broad veranda. They
did not wait to ring the bell, but carried the door down literally
off its hinges. We followed closely.
A scream from the drawing-room brought us to a halt. It was Mrs.
Brainard, tall, almost imperial in her loose morning gown, her
dark eyes snapping fire at the sudden intrusion.
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