tered, and closed the door. The faces that greeted him were restless with misgiving.
"I want you all out of this room now, please," Garth said. "I've delayed moving you as long as I dared, so, if anything goes wrong, those outside won't know you have left. Take them to the back part of the house, Mr. Alsop. Into the cellar, if you like. It's safest. In fifteen or twenty minutes I hope you will be able to resume your conference in perfect security."
Without words the men gathered up their papers and filed out.
Garth, left alone in the room, turned out the light, went to the window, slipped behind the curtain, opened the casement, and peered through.
The darkness was still unrelieved. Through that darkness, he knew, men crept on an errand of fanaticism and death. Through that silence he was momentarily expectant of the audible evidence of their approach. But he could hear nothing, see nothing. He couldn't wait. It was necessary for him to go to the door from behind which he was to ambush the veiled woman in order that Nora might take her place.
As he thrust the curtain aside a thin, tinkling sound stole from the silence of the room. He felt his way to the telephone and lifted the receiver.
"Hello!" he whispered. "Hello!"
The inspector's hoarse voice came to him, lowered to a note of caution.
