The man turned off the motor. The boat coasted along, and passed the rocky headland. As they glided through the still water, Harry could not detect a single sound.
A small dock shone white as they came into the darkness of overhanging trees. The boat came to a stop; Harry stepped on the dock, and the man tossed his bag after him.
While he waited for his strange companion to tie up the boat and conduct him to the house, Harry Vincent tried to study his surroundings.
But, this was now impossible. Daylight had faded; all that was visible before Harry’s eyes was the beginning of a path that led up a steep hill.
Strange, gloomy, and forbidding, Death Island was as silent as death itself.
CHAPTER XVI
PROFESSOR WHITBURN
THE bearded man led Harry Vincent up the path on the island. After a few hundred feet they came to a large house that loomed black in the darkness.
The hill had been short and abrupt. Harry estimated that they were not more than fifteen or twenty feet above the shore of the lake.
The man knocked at the side door of the building. It was opened, and Harry was ushered in. The house was lighted by electricity, but the room into which Harry came was gloomy because of sparse illumination.