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After three-quarters of a mile he stopped, cut off his motor and listened. There wasn’t a sound, only the drip from his radiator onto the road.

“Hallie!” he called. “Hallie!”

A figure emerged from the shadows not ten feet away, then another figure and another.

“Hallie!” he said.

She clambered into the front seat with him—her arms went about him.

“You’re safe!” she sobbed. “We heard the shots and I wanted to go back.”

Mr. Nosby, very cool now, stood in the road.

“I don’t suppose you brought back any of that money,” he said.

Corcoran took three crumpled bank notes from his pocket.

“That’s all,” he said. “But they’re liable to be along here any minute and you can argue with them about the rest.”

Mr. Nosby, followed by Mrs. Bushmill and the chauffeur, stepped quickly into the car.

“Nevertheless,” he insisted shrilly, as they moved off, “this has been a pretty expensive business. You’ve flung away ten thousand dollars that was to have bought goods in Sicily.”

“Those are English bank notes,” said Corcoran. “Big notes too. Every bank in England and Italy will be watching for those numbers.”