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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

She was not. That hideous black imp and the pregnant woman had not been part of a nightmare. She had really seen them. And she had arranged to go to the temple again with Ratnadatta next Saturday. If she did, she would have to submit to initiation. While the Indian had been talking to her about it that had not seemed too high a price to pay for the chance of identifying Teddy's murderers. But now, at the thought of those evil near-naked servants of the Devil, with whom she would have to feast and dance, a wave of panic and revulsion swept through her. Teddy was dead. Nothing she could do would bring him back to life. It was madness to place herself in the power of such people for the slender hope of being able to revenge him. Her nerve would break and she would give herself away. Suddenly she reversed her recent decision. She would not go on Saturday; or to Mrs. Wardeel's on Tuesday, either. She would make a clean break while there was still time, and try to forget the whole awful business as soon as possible.

7.An unfortunate—accident (?)

On Sunday morning Mary lay late in bed. The emotions that had agitated her the previous night had taken a lot out of her, and she felt tired and listless. As she thought over all that Ratnadatta had told her of the ancient cult, she had to admit to herself that many of his arguments in its favour were logical and, perhaps, contained a sub-stratum of truth. Yet that did not alter the fact that the advantages obtained by its few unscrupulous adherents must be gained at the expense of many honest decent people, and its amoral teachings be a menace to family life, high principles, and everything that went to make a well-ordered world.

But, in any case, she had not been seeking to obtain power for herself, and her resolution to be done with Ratnadatta and all to do with the occult remained unchanged.

That left her with a new problem. What was she now to do with herself? She could not yet pick up the threads of her old life where she had left them, because before leaving Wimbledon she had gone to an estate agent, told him she was going to Ireland, given him the keys of her flat and asked him to let it furnished for her for three months for the best price he could get.