With a quick heave he jerked the man off his feet, and lifted him up till his head was above the level of his own. Then clutching him tight, he commenced to climb. His own head was bent down, somewhere in the regions of the man's back, and he took no notice of the feebly kicking legs.
Then at last he reached the fourth step, and gave a final adjustment to his semiconscious burden. He felt that the hall below was full of men, and suddenly Peterson's voice came to him out of the darkness.
"That is four, Captain Drummond. What about the fifth step?"
"A very good-looking one as far as I remember," answered Hugh. "I'm just going to get on to it."
"That should prove entertaining," remarked Peterson. "I'm just going to switch on the current."
Hugh pressed his head even lower in the man's back and lifted him up another three inches.
"How awfully jolly!" he murmured. "I hope the result will please you."
"I'd stand quite still if I were you," said Peterson suavely. "Just listen."
As Hugh had gambled on, the performance was designed to frighten. Instead of that, something hit the neck of the man he was holding with such force that it wrenched him clean out of his arms. Then came the clang beside him, and with a series of ominous thuds a body rolled down the stairs into the hall below.
"You fool." He heard Lakington's voice, shrill with anger. "You've killed him. Switch on the light…."
