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 was, what she did or what had been done with her and what would be done with me—I finally slept. For at four o'clock, when the panel was opened, my callers had to awaken me.

They were a pair of men of the type of Sander and Larkin; and their errand was to escort me to the roof where it was dawn and where a two-seater airplane stood ready to fly.

"Mr. Bane?" I questioned them.

"He's gone ahead."

"East?" I asked.

"Ahead," was all they would tell me; and their answers regarding Miss Lacey were the same. She had gone "ahead" with Mr. Bane. Of Cawder, they vouchsafed nothing at all.

They invited me into the passenger's seat of the airplane; and the invitation left me no option. When I was seated, they applied straps of the familiar sort which hold a pilot, or a passenger, in place when an airplane tilts. Suddenly they added another strap, binding my hands together behind me and with a steel band, they locked my wrists.

One man went to the pilot's pit. After a moment, we were in the air. Eastward,