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.And Cullis turned that way.Whether it was simply that he wanted to get clearof the principal road and attempt to shake off pursuit in the darkness andmore open country, or whether it was that the luck which had been with him solong was disposed to help him yet a little while longer, could never be known.But he did come upon the car, and he was flinging himself into the drivingseat as Simon turned the corner after him.An instant later the self-starterbrought the engine to life, and the car was starting to move as the Saintflung himself at the luggage grid.He hung there for a few seconds, getting his last resources of nerve andmuscle together.He was still dazed, practically knocked out on his feet,after the murderous blow that he had taken on his head.And the blood thatpersisted in trickling into his eyes from a shallow scalp wound half blindedhim.But he held on.And then he pulled himself together and moved again.It had to be done, forhis hold was precarious, and he could not have kept it for much longer in thestate he was in.And by that time the car was travelling at forty miles anhour, and a slip, a fall in the road, would very easily have put an end to theadventure in quite a different way from which he had intended.He got his hands over the furled top, hauled himself up, and tumbled over ontothe cushions of the back seat.With a sigh of relief, he eased his aching muscles; and for a while he laythere, dead beat, hardly able to move.His head felt as if it were splitting,and crimson specks danced in a grey haze before his eyes.But the car drove on.The driver, intent only on the road that showed up aheadin the blaze of the headlights, never noticed his arrival.Gradually the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach passed off.He was stillweary from his reckless effort, but his brain was clearing.He mopped at hisforehead with his handkerchief and opened his eyes.Then he pulled himself up onto his knees.As his eyes came over the level ofthe front seat, the blaze of another pair of headlights that were racing overthe road towards them flooded into his eyes."There's no more speed limit," said the Saint unhappily, in Cullis's ear,"but you're still breaking it, and I shall have to arrest you, Cullis, reallyI shall.Driving to the danger of the public, that's what you're doing "As Cullis heard his voice the car swerved perilously, and then straightened upagain."At least," said Cullis over his shoulder, "I'll take you with me."Simon took him by the throat, but Cullis's hands still clutched the steeringwheel rigidly.The oncoming car was less than twenty yards away.In any other circumstances,with the road to themselves, Simon might have been able to shoot Cullis, oreven simply hit him over the back of the head with the butt of his gun, andtrust to being able to keep the car straight while he clambered over andpushed the man out of the way and took the wheel.But there and then there wasno chance to do that.In another second or two they would smash head on intothe other car.Cullis's intention was obvious.Page 112 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlWith a desperate wrench the Saint rammed Cullis's face down between the spokesof the steering wheel; and for a moment the car was out of control.Then,pushing Cullis sideways, Simon grabbed the wheel and wrenched the car round.The oncoming headlights blazed straight into his eyes, hurtling towards them.The driver of the other car swerved, but he could hardly manoeuvre on thatnarrow road, and there was no time for him to pull up.Simon heard the futile scream of brakes violently ap-plied, and thought hewould die smiling."Here we go," he thought, and held the wheel round on a reckless lock.He only just failed.For one horrible instant he saw the off-side wing lightof the approaching car leaping directly into the off-side wing light of thecar in which he rode.Even so, he might have succeeded if Cullis had not got ahand back on the wheel and fought to turn it the other way.Simon lashed at him with one elbow, but it was too late for that to be anygood.The running board of the other car slashed their front wing like aknife; and there was a grating, tearing, shattering noise of tortured metal.Simon was shot over the steering wheel by the impact.The car seemed to heaveitself into the air, and for one blinding, numbing second he seemed to hangsuspended in space.Then the road hit him a terrible blow across the shoulderblades; there was a splintering clatter, another and more violent jar, anddead silence.He did not know how long he lay there on his back with his feet propped upsomewhere in the air, bruised and aching in every limb, and only wonderingwhether he was really dead at last and if not, why not.A colos-salweight seemed to be pressing into his chest [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.And Cullis turned that way.Whether it was simply that he wanted to get clearof the principal road and attempt to shake off pursuit in the darkness andmore open country, or whether it was that the luck which had been with him solong was disposed to help him yet a little while longer, could never be known.But he did come upon the car, and he was flinging himself into the drivingseat as Simon turned the corner after him.An instant later the self-starterbrought the engine to life, and the car was starting to move as the Saintflung himself at the luggage grid.He hung there for a few seconds, getting his last resources of nerve andmuscle together.He was still dazed, practically knocked out on his feet,after the murderous blow that he had taken on his head.And the blood thatpersisted in trickling into his eyes from a shallow scalp wound half blindedhim.But he held on.And then he pulled himself together and moved again.It had to be done, forhis hold was precarious, and he could not have kept it for much longer in thestate he was in.And by that time the car was travelling at forty miles anhour, and a slip, a fall in the road, would very easily have put an end to theadventure in quite a different way from which he had intended.He got his hands over the furled top, hauled himself up, and tumbled over ontothe cushions of the back seat.With a sigh of relief, he eased his aching muscles; and for a while he laythere, dead beat, hardly able to move.His head felt as if it were splitting,and crimson specks danced in a grey haze before his eyes.But the car drove on.The driver, intent only on the road that showed up aheadin the blaze of the headlights, never noticed his arrival.Gradually the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach passed off.He was stillweary from his reckless effort, but his brain was clearing.He mopped at hisforehead with his handkerchief and opened his eyes.Then he pulled himself up onto his knees.As his eyes came over the level ofthe front seat, the blaze of another pair of headlights that were racing overthe road towards them flooded into his eyes."There's no more speed limit," said the Saint unhappily, in Cullis's ear,"but you're still breaking it, and I shall have to arrest you, Cullis, reallyI shall.Driving to the danger of the public, that's what you're doing "As Cullis heard his voice the car swerved perilously, and then straightened upagain."At least," said Cullis over his shoulder, "I'll take you with me."Simon took him by the throat, but Cullis's hands still clutched the steeringwheel rigidly.The oncoming car was less than twenty yards away.In any other circumstances,with the road to themselves, Simon might have been able to shoot Cullis, oreven simply hit him over the back of the head with the butt of his gun, andtrust to being able to keep the car straight while he clambered over andpushed the man out of the way and took the wheel.But there and then there wasno chance to do that.In another second or two they would smash head on intothe other car.Cullis's intention was obvious.Page 112 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlWith a desperate wrench the Saint rammed Cullis's face down between the spokesof the steering wheel; and for a moment the car was out of control.Then,pushing Cullis sideways, Simon grabbed the wheel and wrenched the car round.The oncoming headlights blazed straight into his eyes, hurtling towards them.The driver of the other car swerved, but he could hardly manoeuvre on thatnarrow road, and there was no time for him to pull up.Simon heard the futile scream of brakes violently ap-plied, and thought hewould die smiling."Here we go," he thought, and held the wheel round on a reckless lock.He only just failed.For one horrible instant he saw the off-side wing lightof the approaching car leaping directly into the off-side wing light of thecar in which he rode.Even so, he might have succeeded if Cullis had not got ahand back on the wheel and fought to turn it the other way.Simon lashed at him with one elbow, but it was too late for that to be anygood.The running board of the other car slashed their front wing like aknife; and there was a grating, tearing, shattering noise of tortured metal.Simon was shot over the steering wheel by the impact.The car seemed to heaveitself into the air, and for one blinding, numbing second he seemed to hangsuspended in space.Then the road hit him a terrible blow across the shoulderblades; there was a splintering clatter, another and more violent jar, anddead silence.He did not know how long he lay there on his back with his feet propped upsomewhere in the air, bruised and aching in every limb, and only wonderingwhether he was really dead at last and if not, why not.A colos-salweight seemed to be pressing into his chest [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]