“Come in, Callandar!” he called. “You are the very man I want!”
The soldier’s astonishment was such that his feet seemed frozen to the ground. He did not stir.
“Come!” cried Archie. “You have followed me so far that you surely will not turn back at the last step. I need you urgently, man. Come in!”
He held the door open.
Callandar entered, pushing past him, and found himself in a low, small room, wretchedly furnished, with another at the back opening out of it. Both were empty, and the light he had seen was standing on the table.
“There is no one here!” he exclaimed.
“No,” said Flemington.
“Where is the man you were speaking to?”
“He is gone. The ill-mannered rogue would not wait to receive you.”