_Delayed in transmission_." Something buzzed inside Verity's head and stilled all sense of actuality.

He was unnaturally calm.

Though the weather was chilly for early September, great beads of perspiration glistened on his forehead.
His eyes were dull; they lacked their wonted shiftiness.

He gazed at the reporter unblinkingly, as though thought itself refused to act.
"Is that the lot ?" he inquired mechanically.
"Nearly all, at present.

These cablegrams reached us through London, and the agency took the earliest measures to substantiate their accuracy.