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The blood was pounding in Wendover's head, and the red light was in his eyes as he moved along in the direction of the car. Just for the moment all prudence had gone to the winds, and if he had come up with Garcia at that particular moment then indeed it would have gone ill with that murderous foreigner. For Wendover was tired and weary of all this slaughter, so much so that he longed to be in some foreign country, where the arm of the law is not so long, so that he might have taken matters in his own hands and ended Garcia's career once and for all.
It was only for a moment or two, and then he was himself again. He set his 'Indian' going, and sped swiftly along the smooth road in the direction of the car which he knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, held the man who was responsible for all this shedding of blood. He knew, too, that, given ordinary conditions, he would be up alongside Garcia within the course of half-an-hour, because the car in front was a small, two-seater affair, and the 'Indian' motor cycle was capable of anything up to eighty miles an hour. Moreover, the country was quiet in this part, with little or no traffic on the road, so that there was no danger so far as the public were concerned, and no probability of police traps whatever. And again, pursuit was the last thing Garcia would be expecting. No doubt he was hugging himself with the delusion that his carefully-laid plans had been entirely successful, and that no one had seen the fatal shot fired. Probably Garcia's first idea had been to get rid of both his enemies at the same time, but apparently he had abandoned that part of the programme, when he had discovered that Martin was not so amenable to reason as he had expected. Therefore, he would probably go quietly along the road to Hull, or some such big seaport town, where he would be lost to view for the moment, and where he could sit quietly down and plan the destruction of the last life that stood between him and the treasure in Room No. 75.