Chapter 25 THE LAST FIGHT

As the car ran southwards and came to Oxford Street, Westerham thrust Patmore on to the floor and sat holding him between his knees.

Without pity, he again seized the shrinking man's neck in his great hands.

"Understand," he said in a low voice, "that if you attempt to cry out you will be strangled."

Patmore made a choking noise to indicat