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Chapters (28)
  1. Foreword
  2. 1.A dangerous assignment
  3. 2.A widow seeks revenge
  4. 3.A scientist becomes queer
  5. 4.Out of the past
  6. 5.The Brotherhood of the Ram
  7. 6.The Satanic Temple
  8. 7.An unfortunate—accident (?)
  9. 8.A prey to loneliness
  10. 9.A fiendish plot
  11. 10.Ordeal of a neophyte
  12. 11.Seen in a crystal
  13. 12.A tangled skein
  14. 13.Dead men's shoes
  15. 14.In the toils
  16. 15.Men without mercy
  17. 16.The setting of a trap
  18. 17.Unhappy return
  19. 18.'When rogues fall out...'
  20. 19.The night of her life
  21. 20.Wanted! A human victim for sacrifice
  22. 21.Death of a woman unknown
  23. 22.In the ruined abbey
  24. 23.The terrible deduction
  25. 24.In the Cave
  26. 25.Race against time
  27. 26.Deadline—twelve noon
  28. Footnotes

'Yes, and although they give out that they go there only for a holiday, I don't doubt they return with plenty of ideas that don't do British industry much good; but they could not bring back any considerable sums of money with them - not without our knowing about it.'

'And you want me to try to find out the source of supply?'

'That's it; then we could think up some way of cutting it off.' C.B. pulled at his pipe for a moment, then said with a change of tone, 'Now, a word about yourself. What led you to join this outfit?'

Barney grinned. 'I was broke. My creditors in Dublin had made Ireland too hot to hold me. I decided that I'd got to take a steady job, but I knew that I'd never settle down to a humdrum office routine. It had to be something that would provide me with a bit of excitement now and then, and my uncle, General Sir Geoffrey Frobisher, got me in here.'

'So that was it, eh! Of course, I knew that old "Frosty" Frobisher had vouched for you, and looking up your file the other day reminded me that you are the Earl of Larne. How come that you have never used your title?'

'Well, it was this way, Sir. I've practically no family, only my mother's brother, the General. Both my parents died when I was quite young and he became my guardian. He did very little about it, though; but I can't really blame him for that. I lived in Ireland and he lived in England. During most of the time I was at school he was up to his eyes in the war. Then for the greater part of the next six years he was stationed abroad - doing tours of duty in the Middle East, then in Germany. No one else had any right to call me to account, so I'm afraid my high spirits led to my becoming rather a bad hat. I got sent down from Trinity for leading a pretty hectic rag, but I had quite a generous allowance and plenty of friends. The fathers of several of those with whom I used to stay in the holidays reared bloodstock, and I've always been good with horses; so I naturally gravitated to that as a means of earning a living. I won quite a few steeplechases and received handsome presents from the owners. But it was a case of easy come easy go, and most of what I made over the sticks I lost by backing losers on the flat.