He pointed to the den, his face working.
“I’ll not!” Her face was white. “You beast, don’t you think I know? That is Bhag’s den! Oh, you beast!”
His face was horrible to see. It was as though all the foulness in his mind found expression in the demoniacal grimace.
Breathless, terrified, the girl stared at him, shrinking back against the wall. Presently Gregory mastered himself.
“Then go into the little drawing-room,” he said huskily.
Mike had time to switch out the lights and flatten himself against the wall, when the door of the room was flung open and the girl thrust in.
“It is dark!” she wailed.
“You’ll find the switches!”
The door banged.
Michael Brixan was in a dilemma. He could see her figure groping along the wall, and stealthily he moved to avoid her. In doing so he stumbled over a stool.