40/47 Blood trickled over his eyes from an ugly scar on his forehead. Dickson felt his heart and pulse and found them faint but regular. The man had got a swinging blow and might have a slight concussion; for the present he was unconscious. "What d'ye say, Mr.McCunn ?" "Flit, of course, but further than the old Tower. What's the time ?" He lifted Heritage's wrist and saw from his watch that it was half-past three. |