something almost attractive about him. Seen sunning himself on the pebbles at Nice, or sun-bathing aboard one of the yachts at Cannes, one would have noticed him and thought ânice ladâ. His hair was very fair and very curly; he had the kind of skin that never really tanned, yet didnât redden.
âAre youâare you Rollison? â
âAm I?â murmured the Toff, and added very softly: âLook where youâre going.â
Gérard turned his head back.
âLash the helm.â
âIâI am about to,â said Gérard. âLashâ was too strong a word; there was a loop of rope nearby, and a row of wooden pins; he put the loop over one of the pins, so that the wheel couldnât move, and then turned round again. âWhat are you going to do when weââ
The Toff struck him beneath the jaw.
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âHallo, Violette,â said the Toff, reaching the saloon and smiling amiably at the girl. âFeeling better?â She was sitting on the edge of the wall seat, and had been watching Raoul, who hadnât moved. âYou wonât know yourself when we get ashore. Thereâs another oneâGérard by name. Know him?â
It was good to feel that he could relax, even for a few minutes.
The girl said huskily: âRaoul is the bad one.â
âI donât think we ought to be too sorry for Gérard yet,â said Rollison dryly.
He started to drag the unconscious Gérard into the saloon, but changed his mind. Raoul was stirring, but would be too dazed to be dangerous for a while.
âIâll be back,â Rollison said. He edged his way out of the saloon, still holding Gérard by the shoulders, then dragged him to the nearest of the three bunk-rooms. The porthole was too small for men of the size of Gérard and Raoul to squeeze through. He lugged Gérard inside, and hoisted him to the upper bunk.
He went back for Raoul.
Violette was standing near the dark-haired man, with a bottle in her hand. Hatred showed in her eyes. She had a rug draped round her shoulders, she shivered, and yet she looked strangely magnificent; as a Red Indian squaw might look with a tribal blanket round her shoulders and eyes ablaze with the fire of war.
âHe tried to get up,â she said thinly. âTry to find some string,â Rollison said briskly. âStrong stuff, please; cord would be better. Once theyâre tied up we can take it easier.â
âI know where to find some,â Violette said. âI will go and get it.â
She stepped towards the door. The rug cloak could not hide the animal grace with which she walked. She seemed strong again, and able to do whatever she wished. She went up the stairs towards the engine-house, legs smooth and rounded, ankles beautifully defined. Rollison watched her â and Raoul tried to scramble to his feet.
âDonât be silly,â said the Toff, and pushed him heavily against the wall. Raoul flopped. âIf you really want to get hurt, try tricks like that. Who is Chicot?â
Raoul opened his mouth, and closed it again. There had been fear in the girlâs eyes, but no greater than that in Raoulâs.
âI said, who is Chicot?â Rollison repeated. âIâI donât know,â muttered Raoul, and tried to look anywhere but into Rollisonâs eyes. âI donât know!â
âYou know what trick you tried to start with Violette, donât you?â murmured Rollison. âI could try it on you. In fact Iâd like to try it on you now. Iâd like you to know what it feels like to know your arm is being broken. What it feels like when a car is leaping at you, and you donât think youâve a second more to live.â His eyes were very hard, and no man could look more deadly. âWho is Chicot?â he asked softly.
Raoul tried to push the question away, actually made a motion with his hand. He opened his mouth, but words
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