"Hands up!" it said tersely.
I shot my hands into the air more as a measure of precaution than anything else, for I recognised the voice—the voice that I thought had been silenced for ever.
"Cumshaw!" I ejaculated.
I could not see him since he was lurking right in the interior shadows, but some electric quality in the air convinced me that his astonishment was as great as mine. Nevertheless he answered me in tones that were as calm as could be.
"So it's yourself, Carstairs," he said. "I'll have to apologise for being a little previous with you, but you must remember that you are standing in your own light and I can only see your outline. And——Ah! here is Miss Drummond too."
He came towards us at that, a dark figure looming out of the gloom. And the next instant we had him one by each hand and pelted him with questions.
"I thought you were dead," I said. "How did you come alive again?"
"What happened?" Moira asked.
"How did you get here and what were you doing all night?"
"One question at a time," he said laughingly. "It seems pretty obvious that I'm not dead, doesn't it?"