recognition of Baron von Kerber's high-pitched voice, alternately
cursing and pleading for life to assailants who evidently meant to show
scant mercy. One man who, out of the tail of his eye, had witnessed
Dick's discomfiture of the coachman's captors, drew a revolver, a
weapon not meant for show, as its six loaded chambers proved when Dick
picked it up subsequently.

Royson had no love of unnecessary risk. Stooping quickly, he grasped
the hub of the off front wheel, and, just varying the trick which saved
Miss Fenshawe in Buckingham Palace Road, threw the small vehicle over
on its side. No doubt the patient animal in the shafts wondered what
was happening, but the five struggling men in the interior were even
more surprised when they were pitched violently into the road.

Royson sprang into the midst of them, found von Kerber, and said:

"You're all right now, Baron. We can whip the heads off these rascals."

The sound of his English tongue seemed to take all the fight out of the
remaining warriors. Tagg had closed valiantly with one, and the others
made off. Von Kerber rose to his feet, so Royson went to Tagg's
assistance. He heard the Baron shriek, in a falsetto of rage:

"You may have recovered the papyrus, Alfieri, but it is of no value to
you. Name of an Italian dog! I have outwitted you even now!"

While kneeling to pinion the footpad's arms behind his back, thus
rescuing Tagg from a professor of the savate, Dick tried to guess von
Kerber's motive in hurling such an extraordinary taunt after one of his
runaway adversaries, and in French, too, whereas the other had an