He went to his writing-desk and opening a drawer took out a number of photographs.

He brought them back, and moving the green-shaded lamp so that the light fell clear and strong upon the little table, laid them down.
Chayne bent over them with a beating heart.

Was his suspicion to be confirmed or disproved?
One by one he took the photographs, closely examined them, and laid them aside while Kenyon stood upright on the other side of the table.
He had turned over a dozen before he stopped.

He held in his hand the picture of a Swiss hotel, with an open space before the door.

In the open space men were gathered.