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Wilkinson brought his jaws together with a click. He had expected nothing like this. The whole thing had happened in the twinkling of an eye. He glanced over his shoulder to see if his other prisoner was safe, but though Murshee's eyes were gleaming, and he was breathing hard, he was still seated in the car by John Lethbridge's side. Lethbridge had him by the shoulders.
"My man is all right," he said. "You need not be alarmed for him. Push ahead and you will overtake Goshe yet. He can't leave the road for the next half-mile. We are just outside Lord Eversfield's park. Goshe is as safe as if he were in a tunnel."