Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
Immediately the screw began to spin, slowly at first, but gathering in
speed every second. The aeroplane moved, and ran with bird-like
swiftness along the ground, then soared with the hum of a giant bee.
Halliday swept in a vast circle, like an actor taking the stage, then
turned the nose of his machine in the direction of the black dot. This
was to be his pole-star towards which he was to continually direct his
course, until the goal, wherever it might be, was attained. The many
men, women and children standing round the Blackheath shed shouted and
cheered, thinking that they were witnessing the start of an exciting
race; but they little knew that it was a chase dealing with the
serious issues of life and death. Halliday heard the thin sound of
their voices reach him faintly, then settled down to handle his
biplane in a masterly manner. Since both aeroplanes were made by
Vincent, it was probable that both were equal in durability and speed.
But Queen Beelzebub had gained a very fair start, and Dan knew that it
would require all his knowledge of aviation to catch her up. Her
escape or capture depended entirely upon the dexterity with which he
man[oe]uvered the delicate structure which bore him. On her part, the
woman would use all her knowledge to get away safely, but Dan did not
believe that her capability as an aeronaut was equal to his own. In
this contest it was science against despair, and given the machines as
equal, yet the pilots as unequal, it was hard to say what would be the
result. Halliday, racing to save Lillian's life, and to gain her as
his wife, believed that the final victory would remain with him.
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