She took the list and started back to the whirling circle.
"We'll meet again?" he pleaded.
"Right here," she said calmly. "On November 4th."
He watched her disappear, then worked the dials for another destination and stepped through to the unknown.
He had four days, he thought, in which to save a world.
Four short days.
CHAPTER XI
The night clouds rolled across the steeples of Bristol and the muffled voice of a church clock somberly rolled across the city, striking the hour of ten. The hush of a chill autumn night lay across the city, mantling the fog that started to deepen in the city streets.
In a small apartment on Regent street, a box-like machine sat quietly in a corner, staring at the growing gloom with fifty red, unwinking eyes.