Fascinated, the two girls
watched. Eva was almost fainting with grief at the terrible fate that
had overtaken her father. Even in his sickness, at least she had had
him. But now he was gone--to what she could only guess. Locke tried to
console her as they paced the library above, even though he realized
that such consolation was hollow.
It was perhaps half an hour later when suddenly the needle of the
annunciator began to vibrate rapidly. All leaped to their feet and ran
down the stairs to the Graveyard.
At once Locke rushed to the camera, put in a slide, and took out the
plate-holder. Then they hurried up to his laboratory.
There Locke procured a developing-bag and started to work. Nervously and
impatiently Eva and Zita watched him at his task.
At last the negative was ready and Locke drew it from the bag and held
it to the light.
There, glaring out of the plate, was the devilish face of Balcom!
Eva and Zita both uttered a cry of astonishment and consternation. Even
Locke was amazed. But the strongest feeling he had was anger as he
turned to them.
"You two take this plan," he exclaimed. "It shows a den with an exit
indicated.
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