"And where is this house?" he asked.
"It is—it is——"
A pit of blackness opened. I felt myself falling headlong. I heard a cry that made my flesh writhe—as though the cry had been Bettina's, and not mine.
A voice said: "It is not possible you have forgotten the address!"
CHAPTER XXX
THE BLUNT LEAD-PENCIL
It must have been half an hour before reason came back. A strange man was there, lean and grey. A friend, I heard—a Healer.
All those old, old faces!
What had they done?
What could they do?—except telephone again to the police the vague and non-committal fact of a girl decoyed and lost to sight in the labyrinth of London.