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 it was never the routine of work, but the unfolding of a page whereon dead hands had traced the history of a vanished world. Over his shoulder he beckoned Deane and Holloway to him, stooping the while to peer into the low entrance. Before this was a mass of rubbish, with the bricks which had been removed.

"Look in there!" he exclaimed. His words snapped like a whip-lash. His eyes were keen and eager. "Does either of you see a—a light?"

Instantly they craned closer. Deane said:

"A what?"—and glanced at Merritt apprehensively; Holloway ejaculated:

"A—light!" in incredulous italics.

But then Holloway, gazing within,