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here, Edmund?'
He shook his head. 'I am not at liberty to tell anyone that right now. In a few
days, perhaps, but not now. There is too much happening, and too many people
involved.' He sighed, and then looked up sharply. 'When you passed me earlier,
Miss Smith was with you. Where is she now?'
'I don't see that that is any of your concern,' she replied imperiously. 'Let me
pass.'
'She hasn't gone to the factory, has she?' he asked sharply.
Annoyed by his tone, Alice glared at him. 'I refuse to answer any more of your
insufferably rude questions.'
Ross grimaced. 'I take it that means our enterprising friend is engaged in
something most likely foolhardy and probably dangerous as well. Why won't any of
you let well enough alone?'
'Why won't you let me alone?' cried Alice. In sudden rage she slapped at his
hands. Startled, Ross allowed the reins to fall. Alice set her heels to her
horse, and Ross barely had time to jump out of the way before the steed leapt
past him and bore Alice away.
Ross was still staring ruefully after the vanishing horse and rider when
Abercrombie emerged from the woods, a wide smirk on his face. 'Got a way with
women, haven't you?' he asked slyly.
'Not one of my more useful traits, sadly,' Ross replied. 'Well, I think we may
take it as read that Miss Smith has dealt herself a hand in this game. A pity. I
was starting to like her.'
'So what does this mean for us?'
'It means that we'll be getting into the factory a trifle earlier than I had
planned on.'
'Heigh-ho,' muttered Abercrombie. 'More bleeding work for me, that's what it
means.'
Sarah found it difficult restraining her temper with Kipling. Not that he was
exactly misbehaving, but he was trying to get as close to impropriety as he
could without getting her completely furious. Now he was getting on her nerves
by complaining about the darkness.
'If we had a light,' she hissed, 'then they'd be able to see us and wouldn't
come, would they?'
'I know that,' Kipling agreed. 'But I resent being forced to act as a camping
ground for so many dratted insects that can see me even in the night.'
Sarah was about to give him a sharp rejoinder when the nagging thought at the
back of her mind finally crystallized. 'Light,' she muttered, smacking herself
on the forehead. 'That's it.'
'That's what?' asked Kipling, puzzled.
'Last night I saw lights under the sea out there in the bay,' explained Sarah.
'At the time there was something that struck me as odd about them, but I
couldn't place it. Now I have. What sort of lights will burn underwater?'
'I shouldn't think any would,' Kipling objected. 'The water would put them out.
Unless they were covered "with globes to prevent the water reaching them.'
'That's what I thought, too,' agreed Sarah. 'But wouldn't gas lights flicker?
The ones I saw were quite even and steady, which suggests that they were
electrical.'
Kipling frowned. 'I've heard about those devices,' he raid, 'but there's none
around here, are there?'
'Breckinridge has them installed in his factory,' Sarah told him.
'Ah!' Kipling caught on. 'So if there are lights under the bay, then they are
most likely a part of his system.'
'Right,' agreed Sarah. 'Yet another probable connection between our friendly
philanthrope and the mystery.'
'Evidence is absolutely piling up,' agreed Kipling. 'Why don't we just tell the
police?'
'Because it's all circumstantial,' Sarah pointed out. 'There's nothing that
definitely ties him to anything, much less to a crime. Even if those lights are
his, there's no crime in lighting up the sea bed, is there?'
'But - ' Kipling started to say. Sarah suddenly clapped her hand over his mouth.
'Shush!' she hissed, and pointed through the darkness.
There was a movement by the far wall of the graveyard, and the faintest of
lights. It was sufficient to thro\\ the strange shapes of decaying stones and
figures into weird relief. Sarah shivered, partly from the cold. She wasn't
superstitious, but after travelling with the Doctor for a while, you could never
assume that even a graveyard was as still and safe as it appeared to be.
As they watched, a bulky figure slipped over the wall. The newcomer was carrying
a dark lantern, slitted to allow only a tiny beam of light to escape. It
sufficed to show his motion, but was not enough to allow Sarah to make out any
details.
Kipling grinned excitedly. 'The grave-robbers!' he mouthed silently, and she
nodded. At this time of the night, it certainly wasn't anyone taking a short-cut
home through the graveyard on his way home from the pub.
The intruder moved slowly around among the tombstones, clearly looking for
Tolliver's grave. Sarah watched intently, waiting to see what he would do. There
was little doubt in her mind that they would have a longish wait while this
person unearthed the casket, but it was exciting to see that she'd guessed
correctly. Now they had a really good lead. All she had to do was follow him
back to his base - she was certain it would be the factory - and then send
Kipling to fetch help. The case would be sewn up, no thanks to the Doctor for
once.
There was the faintest of sounds behind her. Belatedly she remembered that the
Doctor had mentioned there being two grave robbers. As she turned, she caught a
quick glimpse of a huge man towering over them. His upraised hands held a jar of
some kind which he threw down at their feet. As Sarah started to rise, thick
fumes enveloped her.
She gasped for breath as the fumes filled her lungs. She felt an icy chill, and
then it was as if she were falling down an infinitely long tunnel into
nothingness.
8
Explanations and Mutations
Billy was shaking with indecision as he saw the big man leaving the graveyard
carrying two bodies. One of them was one of the three boys from the posh school.
He couldn't care less about that little creep. But the other was Miss Smith, and
she'd been fair and decent. For a second, as he hid behind the tree. Billy
fmgered his fish-gutting knife and considered the possibility of jumping out and
plunging the blade into the big man's back. He knew, though, that it wouldn't be
easy to make it a killing stroke in this light and with such a huge target - and
that the man could move fast enough that he'd not have the chance for a second
stroke.
Then the rat-faced man appeared beside his companion, and Billy dropped his plan
of immediate attack. Instead, he decided, the best thing to do was to follow the
men and see what they did with Miss Smith. He already knew that the Doctor was
staying over at the Pig and Thistle. Once he was certain of the men's
destination, he could call in help.
One thing he was certain of, even though he couldn't explain the conviction, was
that the Doctor was the best possible person to have on his side in the looming
battle.
Alice was almost shaking after her encounter with Ross. It was mostly anger, not
fear. She couldn't believe the arrogance of the man. How could he demand so much
and offer so little? And then appear to be annoyed with her simply because she
refused to trust him? Hadn't he proven over and over again that any such trust
would be sorely misplaced?
She couldn't understand how Roger could possibly be friends with the man, or
fall for his claims. True, Ross was superficially charming, but what lay in his
depths? But she knew that Roger was no fool, so what had possessed him to trust
Ross? She simply couldn't work it out.
All she could do was to ride home and wait until near midnight, and then deliver
the message she'd promised to her father.
He would know what to do. He always did.
Doyle had been unable to get any rest at all. He'd returned to the Hope to
discover that Gray was firm about sailing the following forenoon. Uncertain
whether or not he'd be finished with the mystery, Doyle had packed his few
personal items and moved over to the tavern for the night. There he'd attempted
to get some deep, since it was likely to be a long evening. But rest had eluded
him; excitement burned inside, and his mind was in a whirl.
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