They were now in the drawing-room of some private residence,
concluded the doctor. This puzzled him somewhat until, after a brief
wait under the eyes of a half-dozen guards, the two radicals were
taken into another room.
Here, lying on a couch, was a man whom the doctor soon identified.
He was none other than Mona's patient, Eklan Norbith, the
commission's deputy in Calastia. He was a burly, dark-featured
fellow; and even though rigid in his plaster cast, he looked
competent and formidable.
"Ernol," said he in a heavy, domineering voice, "there is no need to
state the case to a man of your intelligence. You gave your word to
stop your teachings; you have been caught in the act. Frankly, I
rather thought you would do it; that is why I am here to-night. I
want--to deal with you personally."
He paused for breath, and then went on, still ignoring the student,
"Ernol, you know what I want. I want those photographs; and what is
more, I am going to have them. You must have passed them to some one
who escaped in the confusion; they have not been located on any one
who has been captured, nor were they hid in the hall.
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