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positioning himself in readiness should the prisoner regain consciousness.

With the second man at the wheel the car turned out of the driveway and within
a few minutes was on the road leading away from Victoria into wooded
countryside.
Professor Robert Allardyce was n
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experienced much, both in his special field of maritime electronics, and in life
itself. During World War II he had distinguished himself in the United States
Navy, had two ships sunk under him and had been awarded the Navy Cross. He
had ended the war in the submarine service, and for a short time during

training, before getting his coveted ‘Dolphins’, Commander Bob Allardyce had
been a member of the Navy boxing team.
The chop to his neck had plunged the professor into semiconsciousness, but,
by the time the car was out on the main road, he was aware of what was
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happening. His neck ached from the blow and he figured that it would be stiff
and sore if, and when, he tried to move. He remained lying against the nearside
door, inert, but with all his senses gradually coming into play again. Far better
to feign unconsciousness now and take advantage of the situation later.

They drove for fifteen minutes or so and Allardyce had time to brace himself
for a move as the vehicle slowed to a stop.
‘They’re not here yet,’ one of the agents said.
‘We’re ten minutes ahead of time. Don’t get out. Stay where you are.’

‘He okay?’
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‘The prof? Out like a light. He’ll stay in dreamland for another half-hour or
so.’
As he prepared to move, Allardyce noted that both men spoke more like

native Californians than local Canadians. Then he sprang, arching his body,
grabbing for the door handle, lashing out with his feet which connected with
the body of the man who had hit him. Then he was out of the car and running,
hardly realising that he was among trees and undergrowth.

Behind him, there was a shout which sounded like, ‘No! No! No!’ He did not
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hear the two shots; just a sudden blinding pain between his shoulder blades
and a punch, like some huge fist, which seemed to go right through his body,
then a great white light and oblivion.

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