In the sudden illumination, Macdougal's horror turned almost to hysterical rage.

He had wasted his fury upon a dummy! It was sawdust, not blood, which littered the couch! "Take him, men," Quest ordered.

"Hands up, Macdougal.

Your number's up.
Better take it quietly." The handcuffs were upon him before he could move.

He was trying to speak, but the words somehow choked in his mouth.
"You can send a wireless to Lord Ashleigh," Quest continued, turning to French.