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 "What the devil!" said the captain. "Oh, it's Doctor Syn, is it? What's the time?"

"Just on ten o'clock," said the cleric.

"Ten o' what?" bellowed the captain, leaping out of bed.

"Clock," repeated Mr. Mipps.

"I've overslept. Thing I've never done in my life. Been dreaming, too. Nightmares—horrible! But what do you want? Is anything the matter?"

"I think there is," said the Doctor quietly.

"And so do I," said Mr. Mipps.

"What? What's wrong? What's happened?"

"I don't quite know yet, it may be nothing at all, but I don't like the look of it."

"The look of what?" shouted the captain.

"The vicarage," replied the vicar. "Put on your clothes quickly, Captain, and come and see. I think there's something wrong."