He tried to speak, but his lips refused to articulate. The old man’s tongue clave to the roof of his mouth.
He knew that his carefully-guarded secret was out!
Chapter Fifty One.
Describes Another Surprise.
“To what, pray, do I owe this intrusion?” demanded the old man fiercely, rising from his bed, and standing erect and defiant before them.
“To your own guilt, Mr Statham,” was Max Barclay’s quiet but distinct response.
“My guilt?” gasped the old man. “Of what crime am I guilty?”
“That’s best known to yourself,” answered the younger man. “But I think, now that we’ve investigated your house and discovered your death-trap, we will bid you good-night.”