On either side of the doorway, about eight
inches up from the floor, was a black mark - they had been left, he understood
at once, by the hubs of the wheelchair when he forced it through. He reached
down, but the tips of his fingers stopped a clear three inches short of the
floor, where one of the two or three bobby-pins that had fallen from her hair
as she charged him lay. But if he got Careless away from the lions, the
counsellor would look at the circle again and ask the games other question, one
that recalled his current situation clearly to mind again. His thoughts had
turned to Ian again, and he determined that, with no sleeping powder
forthcoming, he would simply have to pour whiskey down Ians throat until the
poor fellow passed out.
If there was
a man in all England with a heart stouter than that of her beloved My Lord,
then it was Geoffrey - yet his voice trembled like the voice of a woman on the
verge of hysterics. On either side of the doorway, about eight inches up from
the floor, was a black mark - they had been left, he understood at once, by the
hubs of the wheelchair when he forced it through.