A very ugly little revolver was pointed directly at Quest's heart.
"My mate's got you covered on the other side of the road, too.

Hands up, both of you, or we'll make a quick job of it." Quest shrugged his shoulders, threw his revolver into the road and obeyed.
As he did so, the other man stole out from behind a bush and sprang for the chauffeur, who under cover of the car was stealing off.

There was a brief struggle, then the dull thud of the railway man's rifle falling on the former's head.

The chauffeur rolled over and lay in the road.
"Pitch him off in the bushes," Red Gallagher ordered.

"You don't want any one who comes by to see.