For many reasons it would be better for you to reappear." "There will be a little anxiety on the part of your friends about you," Julian retorted grimly, "if ever I do get out of this accursed place." "You bear malice, I fear, Mr.Orden." Julian made no reply.

His eyes were fixed upon the door.

He turned away with a shudder.

Bright had entered.

In his hand he was carrying two gas masks.