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
'Oh, for goodness' sake leave it! You've no right to catechize me about where I go or what I do.'
'Sorry,' said Barney, 'but seeing we're friends, I'm naturally interested.'
For a few minutes they ploughed into the Peach Melba that they had chosen as a pudding. When they had finished, Barney said: 'Come on, let's dance.'
His proposal brought back to her the stained condition of her frock. 'How can I?' she snapped. 'The wine not only went through to my belt, but dripped off it on to the back of my skirt; so both from the rear as well as from the front, I look a shocking sight.'
For a moment Barney considered whether he ought to offer to buy her a new dress. But he decided that as this was only the second time he had taken her out, he did not know her well enough, and she might regard the suggestion as an impertinence. After a moment he said, a shade resentfully:
'I'm terribly sorry about your dress. But really it wasn't my fault. I handed your glass to you and you seemed to be gripping it firmly before I let go of it.'
Again the terrifying image of the imp came into her mind. Renewed fear mingled with resentment caused her to give an angry shrug. 'What's it matter whose fault it was? My dress is ruined anyway; and I'm not going to make an exhibition of myself just to please you.'
Barney also had an Irish temper and at this, as he felt, unjustified attack on him, he said: 'Well, if you don't want to talk, and you won't dance, there's not much point in our remaining here, is there?'
'No,' she agreed. 'And the sooner I can get my dress into soak the better chance there will be of the stains not showing after I've had it dyed a less attractive colour.'
'O.K. Let's go then!' Abruptly he stood up and pulled out the table for her. 'Go and get your coat. I'll settle the bill later.'
She had hardly had time to think before he put her into a taxi. And he did not follow her into it. He gave the driver her address and some silver then, with a casual wave, he wished her an unsmiling 'good night' and stalked off back into the restaurant. They had been on edge with one another for three-quarters of an hour, but when the blow-up came it lasted less than four minutes.