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The Fiery Hand |
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What I did or how I came to do it, I can never recall. In all my years I have experienced nothing to equal the stark panic which seized upon me then. I know that I uttered a loud and frenzied cry; I know that I tore myself like a madman from Smith's restraining grip . . . "Don't touch it! Keep away, for your life!" I heard . . . But, dimly I recollect that, finding the thing approaching yet nearer, I lashed out with my fists--madly, blindly--and struck something palpable . . . What was the result, I cannot say. At that point my recollections merge into confusion. Something or some one (Smith, as I afterwards discovered) was hauling me by main force through the darkness; I fell a considerable distance onto gravel which lacerated my hands and gashed my knees. Then, with the cool night air fanning my brow, I was running, running--my breath coming in hysterical sobs. Beside me fled another figure. . . . And my definite recollections commence again at that point. For this companion of my flight from the Gables threw himself roughly against me to alter my course. "Not that way! not that way!" came pantingly. "Not on to the Heath . . . we must keep to the roads . . ." It was Nayland Smith. That healing realization came to me, bringing such a gladness as no words of mine can express nor convey. Still we ran on. "There's a policeman's lantern," panted my companion. "They'll attempt nothing, now!" * * * * * I gulped down the stiff brandy-and-soda, then glanced across to where Nayland Smith lay extended in the long, cane chair. |
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