He headed for the Holland Tunnel, reached the Jersey side, and arrived at Lamont Cranston's home shortly after nine o'clock. Most of the guests had arrived. Savette was greeted by his host.
He was introduced to the other men, all of whom were wealthy and influential.
"I have not seen you for some time, doctor," remarked Cranston, as the two were standing side by side.
"Where was it we last met?"
"Let me think," said Savette slowly. "Ah, yes. I seem to recall it. Weren't we both at Clark Murdock's?"
"Clark Murdock." Cranston seemed puzzled. "Now it comes back to me. I had forgotten the name of that chemist chap. The one who had all the queer experiments. Very interesting. I wonder how he is progressing."
"He is dead," said Savette, in a tone of surprise. "His laboratory blew up. Didn't you know about that, Mr. Cranston?"
"I seldom read the newspapers," replied Cranston, in a laughing tone. Then his words became solemn. "I am sorry to hear the man died by accidental cause. A great loss to science. He appeared to have discovered something of value. I thought that he was still at work, trying to develop that machine of his." Another guest interrupted the conversation.
It was nearing midnight. Refreshments were served. While all were eating, Cranston made an announcement.
"This is something of a farewell party, gentlemen," he said. "The wanderlust has seized me again. I am leaving for distant regions, tomorrow."