Eaten up by the flames--and in Twentieth
Century England! But the fact remained. Dacre Wynne had disappeared, and
now James Collins had followed him. And a new flame shone among the
others, a newer, brighter flame than any before. Merriton saw it himself,
that was the devilish part of it. His own eyes had seen the thing appear,
just as he had seen it upon the night when Dacre Wynne had vanished. But
he didn't shoot at it this time. Instead, he packed a small bag, ran over
and said good-bye to 'Toinette and told her he was going to have a day in
town, but told her nothing else. Then he took the twelve o'clock train to
town. A taxi whisked him to Scotland Yard.
CHAPTER X
--AND THE LADY
And this was the extraordinary chain of events which brought young
Merriton into Mr. Narkom's office that day while Cleek was sitting there,
and on being introduced as "Mr. Headland" heard the story from Sir
Nigel's lips.
As he came to the last "And no trace of either body has ever been found,"
Cleek suddenly switched round in his chair and exclaimed:
"An extraordinary rigmarole altogether!" Meeting Merriton's astonished
eyes with his own keen ones, he went on: "The flames, of course, are a
plant of some sort.
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