They passed through the opium den, and so into the little passage, when, as the negro was fumbling at the door, Westerham heard a long, piercing scream.
It came again louder and shriller than before. There was a dreadful note of fear in it. It was the scream of a terrified girl.
[CHAPTER VI
DOWNING STREET]
Westerham whipped round on his heel towards Melun.
“What is that?” he asked sharply.
Melun shrugged his shoulders.
From Melun Westerham turned to the negro, whose teeth were bared in a wide grin.
“What is that?” Westerham demanded of him.