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Page 90
"Possibly," returned the Persian, speaking very gently.
With one ivory hand he touched his knee for a moment, the only
expression of disappointment which he allowed himself.
"May I ask you to go and enquire?" continued Phil, now wholly
mistress of herself again. "I am wondering, too, what can have
become of Mrs. McMurdoch."
"I will find out," said Ormuz Khan.
He rose, his every movement possessing a sort of feline grace. He
bowed and walked out of the room. Phil Abingdon heard in the
distance the motor restarted and the car being driven away from
Hillside. She stood up restlessly.
Beneath the calm of the Persian's manner she had detected the
presence of dangerous fires. The silence of the house oppressed
her. She was not actually frightened yet, but intuitively she
knew that all was not well. Then came a new sound arousing active
fear at last.
Someone was rapping upon one of the long, masked windows! Phil
Abingdon started back with a smothered exclamation.
"Quick!" came a high, cool voice, "open this window. You are in
danger."
The voice was odd, peculiar, but of one thing she was certain. It
was not the voice of an Oriental. Furthermore, it held a note of
command, and something, too, which inspired trust.
She looked quickly about her to make sure that she was alone. And
then, running swiftly to the window from which the sound had
come, she moved a heavy gilded fastening which closed it, and
drew open the heavy leaves.
A narrow terrace was revealed with a shrubbery beyond; and
standing on the terrace was a tall, thin man wearing a light coat
over evening dress. He looked pale, gaunt, and unshaven, and
although the regard of his light eyes was almost dreamy, there
was something very tense in his pose.
"I am Nicol Brinn," said the stranger. "I knew your father. You
have walked into a trap. I am here to get you out of it. Can you
drive?"
"Do you mean an automobile?" asked Phil, breathlessly.
"A Rolls Royce."
"Yes."
"Come right out."
"My furs! my hat!"
"Something bigger is at stake."
It was all wildly bizarre, almost unbelievable. Phil Abingdon had
experienced in her own person the insidious power of Ormuz Khan.
She now found herself under the spell of a personality at least
as forceful, although in a totally different way. She found
herself running through a winding path amid bushes, piloted by
this strange, unshaven man, to whom on sight she had given her
trust unquestioningly!
"When we reach the car," he said over his shoulder, "ask no
questions--head for home, and don't stop for anything--on two
legs or on four. That's the first thing--most important; then,
when you know you're safe, telephone Scotland Yard to send a raid
squad down by road, and do it quick."
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE CHASE
The events which led to the presence of Mr. Nicol Brinn at so
opportune a moment were--consistent with the character of that
remarkable man--of a sensational nature.
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