"Coming from the southeast and far away," he breathed.
"I caught a word then," gasped the doctor. "'Ganja,' it was."
"What does that tell us?" snapped Jack, his nerves jumping.
"Ganja is the Hindu word for hashish, that's all. My Lord, man, don't you understand? The station is in India. Those who operate it are using Andrev's solution as we are. I—"
"Listen!" shouted Jack.
There was a grinding and clashing in the receivers. Then a new voice, harsh and strained with excitement, almost burst their eardrums.
"Beware! Beware!" it screamed. "Do not trust him. He is a devil and has put the world asleep. His mind is rotten with hashish. He is a demon from—" Then came a dull, crunching sound. The voice screamed and died away.
In the darkened laboratory the faces of the three listeners stood out like ovals of white cardboard.
"What do you make of that?" stammered Baron at last.