"Bless my soul! what a diabolical thing!" put in Narkom agitatedly. "No
wonder you appealed to me!"

"No wonder!" Bawdrey replied. "I felt that it had gone as far as I dared
to let it; that it was time to call in the police and to have help
before it was too late. That's the case, Mr. Headland. I want you to
find some way of getting at the truth, of looking into Travers's
luggage, into my stepmother's effects, and unearthing the horrible
stuff with which they are doing this thing; and perhaps, when that is
known, some antidote may be found to save the dear old dad and restore
him to what he was. Can't you do this? For God's sake, say that you
can."

"At all events, I can try, Mr. Bawdrey," responded Cleek.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" said Bawdrey gratefully. "I don't care a
hang what it costs, what your fees are, Mr. Headland. So long as you run
those two to earth, and get hold of the horrible stuff, whatever it is,
that they are using, I'll pay any price in the world, and count it cheap
as compared with the life of my dear old dad. When can you take hold of
the case? Now?"

"I'm afraid not. Mysterious things like this require a little thinking
over. Suppose we say to-morrow noon? Will that do?"

"I suppose it must, although I should have liked to take you back with
me. Every moment's precious at a time like this. But if it must be
delayed until to-morrow--well, it must, I suppose. But I'll take jolly
good care that nobody gets a chance to come within touching distance of
the pater--bless him!--until you do come, if I have to sit on the mat