Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
It had been about two o'clock when the chase started, but already
those taking part in it were miles upon miles distant from London,
since the aeroplanes were flying at the rate of between fifty and
sixty miles an hour. Harrow, St. Albans, Luton, Bedford and
Northampton had long since dropped behind, and Queen Beelzebub,
swerving to the left, was making for Rugby, so as to get into the
straight line for Hillshire, and particularly for Thawley. Passing
over the famous school-town the pace slackened somewhat, and Dan
managed to secure the advantage of a few miles. But when her machine
lifted Birmingham, she increased her speed, a fact which made Dan
curse. He had been under the impression that she was running short of
oil and petroleum, but apparently this was not the case. She had
simply reduced her speed so as to nurse her resources, since she could
take this bold step because of the start she had gained at the outset.
Halliday grudgingly confessed to himself that the woman, knew her
business, as she wasted no time. Her machine neither rose nor fell,
nor deviated to right or left overmuch, and all she did was to hold to
a straight line at a moderate height above the earth, humoring her
engine, and straining as little as might be the wings, spars, bolts,
and such-like gear of the biplane. Vincent had taught her admirably,
and Dan no longer undervalued her as an antagonist. She was dexterous,
bold, resourceful, and venturesome. His admiration, now freely given,
was mixed with pity that so clever a human being should debase her
gifts to harry mankind. Such qualities as she possessed made her more
dangerous, as she was an intellectual animal, slaying with taught
skill rather than with instinctive cunning.
As the afternoon drew on, and the chase still continued, the night
began to shut down. Gliding over Derby the town was veiled in the gray
mists of swiftly-falling dusk, and when Nottingham came in sight it
was distinguished by a thousand glittering pin-points of light, the
usual nightly illumination. Matlock, and Mansfield, Holdbrook and
Wayleigh, gleamed beneath like jewelled crowns, and when the stars
began to appear the aeroplanes were flying between two firmaments,
radiant with multi-colored orbs of light.
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