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Almost before Wilkinson had ceased speaking, Murshee made an involuntary movement towards his coat pocket and twisted his foot round with amazing ease and dexterity. His resemblance to an angry ape was more marked than ever. Lethbridge could have sworn that he put his right foot in his trouser pocket. But it was only for a moment, and then the little man was grinning and snarling defiance again. There was a peculiar pallor upon Nora Bligh's face, and she breathed hard and unsteadily. Perhaps the strain of the last ten minutes was telling upon her.
Murshee's hands had been bound and he sat as if resigned to the inevitable. Both men were powerless for further mischief. Sir Montagu Goshe was the first to recover himself. He turned haughtily to Wilkinson and demanded to know what this treatment meant.