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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

On that we parted and I returned to Farnborough. As can be imagined, I was greatly worried. It did not occur to me that, living in hiding as he was, he was capable of upsetting the well-ordered life I was leading, but I did fear that he would use the occult link between us to badger me and make me miserable. To my surprise the contrary proved the case and for a whole week I remained free from those mental invasions of my consciousness by him with which I had been afflicted from the beginning of the month.

This lulled me into a false sense of security. I began to believe that his threats had been only idle ones, and that he had resigned himself to my refusal to go to Russia with him. I was to learn differently.

I belonged to a group of scientists who met once a month for an informal dinner - for which, as a number of us came up from the country, we did not change - at the Connaught Rooms. A distinguished guest always addressed us on some subject of interest and there was a debate afterwards. Sometimes the debates were of such interest that a number of us congregated in the downstairs bar after the meeting had broken up to continue the discussion. If I joined the party in the bar, lingering there made it too late for me to catch the last train back to Farnborough; so I had formed the habit of taking up an overnight bag with me as I had found that I could always get a room at one or other of the small Bloomsbury hotels if need be. Governed, therefore, by my degree of interest in the subject discussed, and how I chanced to be feeling, I either stayed the night in town or got home soon after midnight.

It so happened that a week after my meeting with Lothar, I attended one of these dinners, and stayed on afterwards talking to some of my friends. When I went to the cloakroom to get my night-bag the attendant declared that I had already collected it. In vain I produced my ticket and vowed that I had not. The attendant protested that I had said I had mislaid my ticket, and that on my giving my name, which was on a label attached to the bag, and signing a slip, the bag had been handed to me. She also produced another attendant to confirm that I was the gentleman to whom the bag had been given.

Supposing that a professional thief had impersonated me, I registered a complaint and, as it was by then too late to catch the last train, after trying several hotels that were full I secured a room at one in which I had stayed only once before, and slept in my underclothes.