Chapters (28)
- Foreword
- 1.A dangerous assignment
- 2.A widow seeks revenge
- 3.A scientist becomes queer
- 4.Out of the past
- 5.The Brotherhood of the Ram
- 6.The Satanic Temple
- 7.An unfortunate—accident (?)
- 8.A prey to loneliness
- 9.A fiendish plot
- 10.Ordeal of a neophyte
- 11.Seen in a crystal
- 12.A tangled skein
- 13.Dead men's shoes
- 14.In the toils
- 15.Men without mercy
- 16.The setting of a trap
- 17.Unhappy return
- 18.'When rogues fall out...'
- 19.The night of her life
- 20.Wanted! A human victim for sacrifice
- 21.Death of a woman unknown
- 22.In the ruined abbey
- 23.The terrible deduction
- 24.In the Cave
- 25.Race against time
- 26.Deadline—twelve noon
- Footnotes
Back in his armchair he pondered for a long while whether he should pass on to Barney Sullivan what she had told him, inform him of her intentions, and tell him to co-operate with her. But, each working on his own, neither could bring the other into danger, and they provided two sources through either of which he might learn the truth about the murder of Teddy Morden; whereas, if they were associated, should one become suspect, the other would also. So he decided against letting Barney know anything about Mary's proposed activities.
It was a decision that he was to look back on later with bitter regret.
3.A scientist becomes queer
It was three weeks later - to be exact, late in the afternoon on Monday, April 4th - that Colonel Verney received a visit from Squadron Leader Forsby. They were old friends as they had worked together during the war, and afterwards Forsby had been seconded to special Security duties. For the past two years he had been responsible for security at the Long Range Rocket Experimental Establishment, which was situated on a lonely stretch of coast down in Wales.
The Squadron Leader was a small, grey-haired man with a kindly face and a deceptively meek manner, for he could be extremely tough when the necessity arose. As he set down his briefcase and took a chair, Verney said: 'Glad to see you, Dick. What sort of trouble has brought you up to the great big wicked city?'
'It's a funny one, C.B.,' the little man replied. 'May be nothing in it, maybe a lot. One of my science babies has gone a bit queer.'
'I thought they were all slightly nuts, anyhow.'
Forsby smiled. 'They're a special breed and live in a different world from us. Ethically many of them are quite irresponsible; but this is a bit out of series.'
'Don't tell me we've got another Nunn May or Fuchs on our hands!'
'I hope not, but he just might be. His name is Otto Khune. He's of German extraction but born American, in Chicago. In 1945 he married an English wife. She was a young Wren signals officer, and they met while she was doing a tour of duty at one of naval repair bases that we set up in the U.S. during the war. Evidently she didn't fancy the idea of living in the States, as they both came to England in 1946, and he took British nationality. As he had already been working for the Yanks on Rocket projects, and was fully vouched for, he was given a job by the Ministry of Supply; but the marriage didn't last. His wife divorced him in 1951. His speciality is fuels, and for the past eighteen months he has been top man in that line at the Station.'
'What's he been up to?'