“To find the star-man.”

“And why did he leave?”

“He was—took!”

“Do you—does Grover—think he was—was in danger—hurt?”

“We don’t know. You stay there. I’ll keep in touch.”

The connection broke off sharply.

From behind him a voice addressed Roger.

“Follow me—and be silent!”

There stood the Lama from the Tibetan lamasery. Two others, also.

Wordless, helpless, Roger moved: they closed in behind him.