iron club in short half-circles.

"Come in and get them!" he called.

"Don't trifle with me!" roared the Jew, "I may change my mind.
Shove the money through the crack under the door."

"And get shot!" returned Ford. "Not bit like it!"

"If, in one minute," shouted Prothero, "I don't see the money
coming through that crack, I'll begin shooting through this door,
and neither of you will live!"

Resting the bar in the crook of his elbow, Ford snatched the
bank-notes from the envelope, and, sticking them in his pocket,
placed the empty envelope on the floor. Still keeping out of range,
and using his iron bar as a croupier uses his rake, he pushed the
envelope across the carpet and under the door. When half of it had
disappeared from the other side of the door, it was snatched from
view.

An instant later there was a scream of anger and on a line where
Ford would have been, had he knelt to shove the envelope under the
door, three bullets splintered through the panel.

At the same moment the girl caught him by the wrist. Unheeding the
attack upon the door, her eyes were fixed upon the windows. With
her free hand she pointed at the one at which Ford had first
appeared. The blind was still raised a few inches, and they saw
that the night was lit with a strange and brilliant radiance. The