"Can you carry that packing-case downstairs if I help you get it on
your shoulder?" he asked abruptly.
"It's heavy, but I might," Dunn answered.
He supposed that now it was about to be hidden somewhere and he felt
that he must know where, since that knowledge would mean everything
and enable him to set the authorities to work at once immediately he
could communicate with them.
The weight of the thing taxed even his great strength to the utmost,
but he managed it somehow, and bending beneath his burden, he
descended the stairs to the hall and then, following the orders
Deede Dawson gave him from behind, out into the open air.
He was nearly exhausted when at last his task-master told him he
could put it down as he stood still for a minute or two to recover
his breath and strength.
The night was not very dark, for a young moon was shining in a clear
sky, and it appeared to Dunn, as he felt his strength returning,
that now at last he might find an opportunity of making an attack
upon his captor with some chance of success.
Hitherto, in the house, in the bright glare of the gas lights, he
had known that the first suspicious movement he made would have
ensured his being instantly and remorselessly shot down, his mission
unfulfilled.
But here in the open air, in the night that the moon illumined but
faintly, it was different, and as he watched for his opportunity he
felt that sooner or later it was sure to come.
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