He looked shrivelled up.

It was as though some physical stroke had fallen upon him.
"Quest! Quest!" he almost sobbed.

"My brother!--George, whom I loved like nobody else on earth! Is he really dead ?" "Absolutely!" The Professor gripped the oak pillar of the bedstead.

He seemed on the point of collapse.
"The mark of the Hands is upon his throat," Quest pointed out.
"The Hands! Oh, my God!" the Professor groaned.
"We must not eat or drink or sleep," Quest declared fiercely, "until we have brought this matter to an end.

Craig must be found.