“But here—Roger fails to tell completely of his mechanism. He forgets to explain the tiny camera with which he hopes to discover a secret way into our temple——”
If Roger’s face was controlled in time, perhaps Tip’s was not.
The older man smiled, a little wryly.
“That will do.” He clapped his hands sharply. The lama, with a somewhat dazed look, flexed his muscles and stumbling to a seat, collapsed on it. Magic? Trickery? Roger had no time to decide.
“If you are so anxious to learn our secrets of the temple,” remarked the old man, “you shall have them. Indeed, you shall even hear——”
Roger grew tense as he paused and then finished:
“The Voice of Doom! Come!”
Chapter 16
THE IMAGE SPEAKS
With an abrupt change the atmosphere seemed to be charged with electricity. Of course, thought Roger, trying to remain cool, it was merely his fear of the outcome that made his nerves tingle.
There was no time for any choice of action.