Haig, meanwhile, opened the inner door, stepped into the library-bedroom, and halted dead still on the threshold. At his entrance, a tall, thin young man, with a very pale face, rose like an automaton and stared at him. It was a question which of the two was the more amazed.
“Thursby!” cried Haig, recovering the more quickly.
“Haig!”
“Where did you come from?”
“From the other side of the world. And you?”
“From the very bowels of the earth, man!”
They walked slowly toward each other until they met, and clasped hands.
“You found him?” asked Haig, searching the other’s face.
“In Singapore.”
“And then?”