"Of course we must communicate with the police. That's
the next thing to do. We'll send over to make sure Wynne isn't at the
Brellier's but I think there isn't a chance of it myself. Where he did
go beats me completely!"
"And it fair beats me, too!" said Merriton, in a shocked voice, beginning
mechanically to struggle into his clothes. "One of you might 'phone the
police--though what they'll be able to do for us I don't know. It's a
one-horse show in the village, and the chap who's chief constable was the
fellow who told me of the other man that disappeared, and seemed quite
willing to accept a supernatural explanation. Still, of course, it's the
thing to be done.... And I actually saw, with my own eyes, that new flame
flash out!"
He said the last words in a sort of undertone, but the doctor heard them,
and twitched up an enquiring eyebrow.
"You saw the new flame? Oh--of course. And you--never mind. Our next move
is to telephone the police."
But what the police could do for them was so pitifully small as to be
absurd.
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