Eva gazed fearfully about her now at all the fantastic decorations with
which she was surrounded. Her only comfort was the handle of the
automatic that the butler had pressed on her as she was leaving home.
"This Madagascan with the antidote," asked Eva, tremulously, "where is
he?"
"Don't worry, dearie," quieted Dora. "Wait a moment here and I will
bring him."
Dora turned on her heel and left the temple by the door leading into the
beautiful lounging-room beyond.
Eva stood transfixed by the solemn awfulness of the place and the grim
visage of the fire god. Why had she been brought to such a place? What
new terrors awaited her here?
She seemed alone--yet was she?
She felt a thousand eyes regarding her, as though a thousand dangers
lurked to destroy her just beyond those fearful walls.
She was staring now at the god. What made his eyes gleam so banefully?
She thought she heard a sound!
Was the wall at the right of the statue moving? Or was it merely her
heightened imagination?
Fascinated, she watched.
Yes, she was sure now. Slowly, slowly a portion of that wall was
actually sliding back.
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