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Gilbert Doyle could feel the prostrate form of Cardrew under his feet; his spirits rose as the great car hummed along, and the fresh breeze struck cold to his cheek. Presently the Mercedes pulled up in the roadway by the farm-house, and the Delameres got out.
"Take the car back to the stables," David Delamere said to his brother. "Mr. Doyle, I shall be glad if you will give me a hand with our prisoner. I suppose, in the eyes of the law, this would be regarded as a disgraceful outrage, but I am comforted by the knowledge that our man will not be likely to take proceedings against me."