A moment he stood there while the wind gusted against the house, the rain sprayed along the porch, and branches whipped the roof.
Then, with a smile of infernal triumph, he turned.
“Cinch!” he muttered, as he left the cabin and made his way up-stairs. “Why, it’s like taking candy from a baby. He’ll sleep for hours now. But won’t it jar the old geezer when his pipe goes out, to-night? Just won’t it, though?”
With silent laughter Hal reached his room, where, without delay, he started on his final preparations for events now swiftly impending.
Over all the heavens—a blind, gray face of wrath—seemed peering down. But on that face was now no laughter.
Even for Vishnu the Avenger some things must be too terrible.
CHAPTER XXXVI
THE DOCTOR SPEAKS