We were about to reach the airplane before it got off the ground, and I was preparing the gun, when we suddenly heard a ferocious scream behind us.
I looked back and saw Alice’s effeminate servant galloping after us on horseback. Apparently the smoke from the fire had caused him to return to the castle. Behind him galloped our horses, which he must have found down at the forest.
The servant beat the horse to go faster and edged ever closer to us.
“Drive faster, we have company!” I shouted to Holmes, who retorted that we were driving as fast as the car would go.
Although our car was far more powerful, the animal proved more efficient on this terrain and caught up to us.
The muscle-bound servant let go of the reins and swung his leg over the horse’s back so that he could jump onto our car. I grabbed the rifle and climbed into the rear seat. I straddled the seat and waved the rifle around like a club, hoping by this mad action to drive him away.
Then our car hit a divot or a stone and I lost my balance.
I was lucky not to fall out, but I lost my footing, and one of my legs sank between the seats and got trapped. The rifle ended up on the floor.
Our adversary took advantage of the situation, swiftly loosened his feet from the stirrups and jumped into the car. While I was trying to free my leg he landed on my shoulder. But he immediately realised that Holmes was a much greater danger to him and he began clawing at him and covering his eyes. A scuffle ensued during which the blinded detective lost control of the car and it sped freely across the plain.
Alice had meanwhile finally left the ground and the plane was slowly gaining altitude.
“Watson, would you please stop playing around and get this individual off of me?” Holmes wheezed through the servant’s hands.
I gathered myself and extracted my leg from the leather upholstery. Before the servant could notice, I rolled over onto my back and kicked him hard with my heel in the chin. I achieved the desired effect. He loosened his grip on the detective’s head and lunged at me.
Fortunately the laws of physics were on my side. As the hulk bounded I raised my other leg, guiding them somewhere between his chest and stomach, and swung with all my strength behind me.
The inertia of his attack sent him flying over my head and out of the car.
He must have fallen hard because he lay stunned on the grass. Thus he learned just how dangerous it is to get out of a moving vehicle.
Lady Moriarty, now a safe distance away, could only watch my battle with her servant. But then she turned the plane around in a swooping ark and headed straight for us.
“She’s coming back!” I cried with renewed hope.
But Holmes cursed.
The yellow triplane burst through the clouds, flying straight towards us. As it approached I could see Alice’s round head in a flying helmet and goggles.
“For God’s sake duck!” yelled Holmes.
Then I saw a flash on the bow of the aircraft and lumps of earth began to leap up in front of the car. I remembered the formidable armaments on the aircraft.
The machine-gun fire lasted for a few seconds before the lady flew over us. It was only a matter of time before she made the turn and swooped back for a second attack.
I grasped the rifle, aimed and fired a few times, but all the shots were off and I was forced to reload. The detective did not say anything. He knew how difficult it is to shoot an airplane from a moving car.
My hands were shaking. I probably should not admit this, but even after everything that had happened I still found it difficult to shoot the woman who at one time had meant so much to me.
Alice did not share my feelings. Again she flew over the Silver Ghost and dotted the plain around us with a hail of machine-gun fire.
But she missed us again, either due to Holmes’s manoeuvres or because she did not have a lot of flying experience. But the bonnet of the car had been hit just inches from me. The hole in the canvas could just as easily have been in my stomach.
I fished two more rounds from my pocket, loaded the rifle and aimed without regret. They that sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind.
I relaxed.
It was just me, the plane and the rifle. I squinted through the telescopic sight. I could clearly see Alice Moriarty’s smirking face.
I fired and hit the tail rudder. It shattered to pieces. The second shot flew wide, but the first shot was enough.
“Now she can’t change direction!” Holmes cried. “She will have no choice but to land!”
The airplane swayed as Alice tried to manoeuvre in vain. Nothing helped. The machine roared above our heads and headed helplessly in the one direction that the tail wing permitted.
But she would not land. Alice had apparently decided to wager everything on her last card. She was a born fighter. Instead of descending she gained altitude. She glided over the tops of the trees in the forest beneath the plains and flew onward.
“What is she doing? How does she mean to continue without a rudder?” I said uncomprehending.
“She hopes to succeed in getting out of our reach,” said the detective.
“But she will never make it! It is madness!”
“Desperate women do desperate things,” he sighed. He turned the wheel and drove the car to the nearest road. “If she does not land as soon as possible, she risks catastrophe.”
It was incomprehensible to me.
The plane was still visible on the horizon and was distancing itself from us. It was becoming a yellow dot against a dull sky. Holmes drove faster. We could clearly see what direction we needed to head in, but we did not want to lose sight of the plane. We could not risk that.
The road wound its way ahead through the Scottish highlands, but sometimes also got lost between steep hillsides. The terrain did not offer Alice a place to land and so she had to continue flying.
The detective was driving so fast that the four wheels of the car were rarely on the road at the same time. At this pace the holes and puddles of the uneven road no longer presented any obstacle to our hard-charging automobile.
I had no idea what time it was. If someone told me that we had begun the ascent of the walls of Alice’s fortress a few weeks ago, I would have believed it.
All of a sudden in the opposite lane I saw Tankosić driving in a horse and carriage. He was apparently heading from the train station in Glinney on his way to meet the Darringfords. Holmes saw him at the last moment and began honking wildly on the claxon.
We raced out of the turn in the opposite lane and literally swept him off the road. It was only by some miracle that he avoided us. Then his wheels slipped on the rocks and the carriage and whinnying horses fell over.
“There is nothing for you here, Tankosić!” my companion cried to him over his shoulder.
The foreigner heard his name and literally froze. But that’s the last I saw of him, because we were racing ever onward. I can only assume that when his true identity had been revealed and he found the castle in ruins, he returned from whence he came. As far as I know he never met Alice Darringford.
Thanks to the frantic drive the detective had successfully managed to keep the aircraft in our sight. But as yet there was no indication that our wild chase was coming to an end. The precious documents remained out of reach.
I soon noticed that we were driving steadily downhill. The open plains of the Scottish highlands stretched ever onwards beneath us. My impression was correct. It was confirmed a moment later when we passed a sign to the valley of the Great Glen.
In front of us lay Loch Ness, famous around the world for its alleged resident, the mysterious creature known as the Loch Ness Monster.
The wind picked up and brought rain.