His face darkened as he looked behind at the burning block.

A peculiar sense of helplessness oppressed him.

His pocket wireless was by now a charred heap of ashes.

His one means of communication with Lenora was gone and the only man who knew her whereabouts was safe under the protection of the police.
2.
The Professor swung round in his chair and greeted Quest with some surprise but also a little disappointment.
"No news of Craig ?" he asked.
Quest sank into a chair.

He was fresh from the Turkish baths and was enjoying the luxury of clean linen and the flavour of an excellent cigar.
"I got Craig all right," he replied.