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“Quite, sir,” said the man, smiling slightly. And Cairn entered the cab.

The cabman drew up at a point some little distance beyond, from whence he could watch. Two minutes later Ferrara came out and was driven off. The pursuit commenced.

His cab, ahead, proceeded 佛山桑拿技师论坛 to Westminster Bridge, across to the south side of the river, and by way of that commercial thoroughfare at the back of St. Thomas’ Hospital, emerged at Vauxhall. Thence the pursuit led to Stockwell, Herne Hill, and yet onward towards Dulwich.

It suddenly occurred to Robert Cairn that Ferrara was making in the direction of Mr. Saunderson’s house at Dulwich Common; the house in which Myra had had her mysterious illness, in which she had remained until it had become evident that her safety depended upon her never being left alone for one moment.

“What can be his object?” muttered Cairn.

He wondered if Ferrara, for some inscrutable reason, was about to call upon Mr. Saunderson. But when the cab ahead, having passed the park, continued on past the lane in which the house was situated, he began to search for some other solution to the problem of Ferrara’s destination.
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Suddenly he saw that the cab ahead had stopped. The driver of his own cab without slackening speed, pursued his way. Cairn crouched down upon the floor, fearful of being observed. No house was visible to right nor left, merely open fields; and he knew that it would be impossible for him to delay in such a spot without attracting attention.

Ferrara’s cab passed:

“Keep on till I tell you to stop!” cried Cairn.

He dropped the speaking-tube, and, turning, looked out through the little window at the back.

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“Stop at the first house we come to!” he directed. “Hurry!”
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Presently a deserted-looking building was reached, a large straggling

house which obviously had no tenant. Here the man pulled up and Cairn leapt out. As he did so, 佛山桑拿js电话 he heard Ferrara’s cab driving back by the way it had come.

“Here,” he said, and gave the man half a sovereign, “wait for me.”

He started back along the road at a run. Even had he suspected that he was followed, Ferrara could not have seen him. But when Cairn came up level with the gate through which Ferrara had gone, he slowed down and crept cautiously forward.

Ferrara, who by this time had reached the other side of the field, was in the act of entering a barn-like building which evidently at some time had formed a portion of a farm. As the 佛山桑拿哪里有 distant figure, opening one of the big doors, disappeared within:

“The place of which Myra has been dreaming!” muttered Cairn.

Certainly, viewed from that point, it

seemed to answer, externally, to the girl’s description. The roof was of moss-grown red tiles, and Cairn could imagine how the moonlight would readily find access through the chinks which beyond doubt existed in the weather-worn structure. He had little doubt that this was the place dreamt of, or seen clairvoyantly, by Myra, that this was the place to which Ferrara had retreated in order to conduct his nefarious operations.

It was eminently suited to the purpose, being entirely surrounded by unoccupied land. For what ostensible purpose Ferrara has leased it, he could not conjecture, nor did he concern himself with the matter. The purpose for which actually he 佛山桑拿按摩论坛 had leased the place was sufficiently evident to the man who had suffered so much at the hands of this modern sorcerer.

To approach closer would have been indiscreet; this he knew; and he was sufficiently diplomatic to resist the temptation to obtain a nearer view of the place. He knew that everything depended upon secrecy. Antony Ferrara must not suspect that his black laboratory was known. Cairn decided to return
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to Half-Moon Street without delay, fully satisfied with the result of his investigation.

He walked rapidly back to where the cab waited, gave the man his father’s address, and, in three-quarters of an hour, was back in Half-Moon Street.

Dr. Cairn had not yet dismissed the last of his patients; Myra, accompanied by Miss Saunderson, was out shopping; and Robert found himself compelled to possess his soul in 佛山桑拿论坛蒲友交流 patience. He paced restlessly up and down the library, sometimes taking a book at random, scanning its pages with unseeing eyes, and replacing it without having formed the slightest impression of its contents. He tried to smoke; but his pipe was constantly going out, and he had littered the hearth untidily with burnt matches, when Dr. Cairn suddenly opened the library door, and entered.

“Well?” he said eagerly.

Robert Cairn leapt forward.

“I have tracked him, sir!” he cried. “My God! while Myra was at Saunderson’s, she was almost next door to the beast! His den is in a field no more than a thousand yards from the garden wall—from Saunderson’s orchid-houses!”

“He is daring,” muttered Dr. Cairn, “but his selection of that site served two purposes. The spot was suitable in many ways; and we were least likely to look for him 佛山桑拿哪家好 next-door, as it were. It was a move characteristic of the accomplished criminal.”

Robert Cairn nodded.

“It is the place of which Myra dreamt, sir. I have not the slightest doubt about that. What we have to find out is at what times of the day and night he goes there—”

“I doubt,” interrupted Dr. Cairn, “if he often visits the place during the day. As you know, he has abandoned his rooms in Piccadilly, but I have no doubt, knowing his sybaritic habits, that he has some other palatial place in town. I have been making inquiries in several directions, especially in—certain directions—”

He paused, raising his eyebrows, significantly.

“Additions to the Zenana!” inquired Robert.
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Dr. Cairn nodded his head grimly.

“Exactly,” he replied. “There is not a scrap of evidence upon which, legally, he could be convicted; but 佛山桑拿按摩网论坛 since his return from Egypt, Rob, he has added other victims to the list!”

“The fiend!” cried the younger man, “the unnatural fiend!”

“Unnatural is the word; he is literally unnatural; but many women find him irresistible; he is typical of the unholy brood to which he belongs. The evil beauty of the Witch-Queen sent many a soul to perdition; the evil beauty of her son has zealously carried on the work.”

“What must we do?”

“I doubt if we can do anything to-day. Obviously the early morning is the most suitable time to visit his den at Dulwich Common.”