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"The late Monsieur Omber was the last of his dynasty; he and his forebears brought together the paintings and the furniture; madame added the Orientals gathered together by her first husband, and her own collection of antique jewellery and precious stones her particular fad...." As he spoke the light of the flash-lamp was blotted out.

"There is nothing to forgive, not yet, petit Monsieur Paul." A trace of hard humour crept into her tone: "It is all in the night's work, as the saying should be in Paris." "Three favours more; then I will do you one in return." "Ask..." "Be so kind as to make a light and find me a pocket flash-lamp if you have one." "I can do the latter without the former.

Bremilu, starting at the sudden discharge close to his ear, had pressed the ivory button. Stern snatched for the flash-lamp, fumbled it, and dropped it there among the lush growths underfoot. Before he could more than stoop to feel for it a heavy crash through the wood told that the thing was charging.

Passing through the outer office, he paused a moment before the door to Compton's private office, and then silently turning the knob he gently pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Beyond the threshold he halted and pressed the button of his flash-lamp. For just an instant its faint rays illumined the interior of the room, and then darkness blotted out the scene.

"Now your paws, Herr Lone Wolf put them together behind your back, prudently making no attempt to reach a pocket." Obediently Lanyard permitted his wrists to be caught together with a second silk handkerchief. He could feel a slight sensation of heat upon his hands, and guessed that this was caused by the light of a flash-lamp held close to the flesh.

The object in his hand was the girl's gun. One cartridge, and only one, had been exploded. The barrel had been twisted almost off, as though by the wrenching clutch of a hand inhuman in its ghastly power. On the stock, distinctly nicked into the hard rubber as Stern held the flash-lamp to it, were the unmistakable imprints of teeth. With a groan, Allan started backward.

Someone came through the portieres and paused, pulling them together behind him. The beam of an electric flash-lamp lanced the gloom and its spotlight danced erratically round the walls. Now there was no more thought of flight in Lanyard's humour, but rather a firm determination to stand his ground.

The man stumbled about seeking her, cursing with blood-curdling blasphemy. Suddenly he tripped and went sprawling. The gun clattered from his bruised fingers; it struck the woman's knee. Swiftly her hand closed upon it. The hot barrel burned her palm. She was on her feet in an instant. Her left hand fumbled in her blouse, and she found what had been there all along the flash-lamp.

"Come, then," he told her "and not a sound " She signified assent with another nod; and on this he turned to an adjacent door, opened it gently, whipped out his flash-lamp, and passed through.

So I left my motor-bicycle safely behind a cottage, and started tramping back to H.Q. by the light of my pocket flash-lamp. It was a pitch-black night. I was furiously hungry, and stopped at the first inn and gorged coffee with rum, and a large sandwich of bread and butter and fat bacon. I had barely started again it had begun to pour when a car came along with a French staff-officer inside.