I'll send Dollops round to the Yard to-night to get it." "Right you are," said Narkom, taking out his pocket-book and making a note of it.

"But, I say, look here, my dear fellow, you can't possibly believe that it's anything of that sort--anything natural, I mean--in the face of what we've heard ?" "No, I don't.

I think it's something confoundedly unnatural, and that that poor old chap is being secretly and barbarously murdered.

I think that--and--I think, too--" His voice trailed off.

He stood silent and preoccupied for a moment, and then, putting his thoughts into words, without addressing them to anybody: "Ayupee!" he said reflectively; "Pohon-Upas, Antjar, Galanga root, Ginger and Black Pepper--that's the Javanese method of procedure, I believe.