CHAPTER IX.

ON DANGEROUS GROUND On Darville’s return he found Paton sitting in the taxi, apparently asleep. Nothing had happened, so the detective, directed by Darville, went off to get something to eat. The afternoon crept slowly by. The sun had disappeared, and the mists were fast appearing in the silent, deserted street. Presently Paton returned, and they all resumed their patient vigil, Darville ever and anon tinkering and hammering at the engine. “We’ll never get the thing to work again,” he remarked to the young driver. …