little storeroom.

We burst into the place. It was empty. Janeff had cut the wires
and fled. There was not a moment to lose. Craig hastily made sure
that he had not discovered or injured the phantom circuit.

"Call the fastest car you have in your garage, Mr. Brixton,"
ordered Kennedy. "Hello, hello, central! Get the lodge at the
Brixton estate. Tell them if they see the engineer Janeff going
out to stop him. Alarm the watchman and have the dogs ready. Catch
him at any cost, dead, or alive."

A moment later Brixton's car raced around, and we piled in and
were off like a whirlwind. Already we could see lights moving
about and hear the baying of dogs. Personally, I wouldn't have
given much for Janeff's chances of escape.

As we turned the bend in the road just before we reached the
ferry, we almost ran into two cars standing before the ferry
house. It looked as though one had run squarely in front of the
other and blocked it off. In the slip the ferry boat was still
steaming and waiting.

Beside the wrecked car a man was lying on the ground groaning,
while another man was quieting a girl whom he was leading to the
waiting-room of the ferry.

Brixton, weak though he was from his illness, leaped out of our
car almost before we stopped and caught the girl in his arms.