"This is the place to wait," he heard the Italian say. "You go on, Franz, to the corner, and when it's ready flash your torch. You'll have to stand on the running-board, Bill, and steer till he's round the corner into the straight. Then jump off--no one will see you behind the headlights. I'm going back to Maybrick Tower." And then he heard a sentence which drove him impotent with fury, and again set him struggling madly to move. "The girl's there. We'll get orders about her in the morning." There was silence …
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