"I suppose we'll have to travel all night ?" "Night express in an hour," replied Vickers.

"We shall make Norcaster about five-thirty tomorrow morning." "Then let us wire the time of our arrival to Gilling.

I'm anxious to know what has brought him up there," said Copplestone.

"And we'll wire to Mrs.
Greyle, too," he added, turning to Audrey.

"She'll know then that you're absolutely on the way." "I wonder what we're on the way to ?" remarked Vickers with a grim smile.
"It strikes me that our recent alarms and excursions will have been as nothing to what awaits us at Norcaster." What did await them on a cold, dismal morning at Norcaster was Gilling, stamping up and down a windswept platform.