"I believe I have
a friend there."
"A friend!" the Doctor repeated in surprise.
"Yes; I am convinced that the juggler is there. Not once, but half
a dozen times during the last two nights when I have been on watch
on the terrace, I have distinctly heard the words whispered in my
ear, 'Meet me at your bungalow.' You may think I dozed off and was
dreaming, but I was as wide awake then as I am now. I cannot say
that I recognized the voice, but the words were in the dialect he
speaks. At any rate, as soon as I am out I shall make my way there,
and shall wait there all night on the chance of his coming. After
what we know of the man's strange powers, there seems nothing
unreasonable to me in his being able to impress upon my mind the
fact that he wants to see me."
"I quite agree with you there, and his aid might be invaluable. You
are not the sort of man to have delusions, Bathurst, and I quite
believe what you say. I feel more hopeful now than I have done for
some time."
An hour's hard work, and a hole was made through the soil, which
was but three feet thick. Bathurst climbed up the ladder and looked
out.
"It is as we thought, Doctor; we are in the middle of that thicket.
Now I will go and dress if you will keep guard here with your
rifle."
At the end of the gallery a figure was standing; it was Isobel
Hannay.
"I have heard you are going out again, Mr. Bathurst."
"Yes, I am going to see what I can do in the way of making terms
for us.
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