When London Sleeps — page 219: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

2 BBG DESPERATE! lion of the hour. A pretty bungle you made of that job with all your cleverness. ’’ Haynes smote his hands together in impotent fury. ‘‘Curse her!’’ he ejaculated, fiercely. ‘°’But I’ll have another try for the fortune! $o,’’ aftera pause and glancing at Mark’s uniform, ‘they took you on at the exhibition, did they ?”’ ‘Ves, I look after the Temple of Somnath.”’ “What the devil’s that?’ “The place where the suttee is in full work. It’s rather dangerous, so 1 am on guard all the time the temple is open.’’ ‘‘Dangerous! How?’ asked Haynes, idly. ‘“Well, you see, it’s a perfect representation of the manner in which the Hindoos burn the widows with their departed husbands. To make it more realistic, at frequent intervals the pyre is fred from beneath and flames up just as it would if it held a real Wactim.”? . A real victim! Rodney Haynes was no longer listless. His brain, inflamed as it was almost to the point of insanity, had conceived a project, born of ‘Mark’s description. ‘And David Engleheart anipears there to-mor- row,’’ he said, slowly and musingly. “Ves, replied Mark, ‘‘in the grounds. But they say he will be there only fora few days. He and Miss Carruthers are to be married almost imme- diately.’’ “Not if I can help it!’ cried Haynes, with savage _ determination. Then suddenly turning toward his oo comicbooks.com”