Chapter Thirty
The Night Of The Raid
Much had happened since the return across the channel from England and, after the terror of the tower and the moor, Bernard felt assured that, due to his efforts upon his home turf, the net was now closing about our adversary and his murderous cohorts.
We had no way of knowing when the vessels of his plan for world dominion would be sent out to gain their hypnotic sway over men of power and time was of the essence if we were to find out who they were and prevent their departure.
As well as put an end to any such future threat emanating from their inglorious master. .
“Dieu nous sauve, Corliss!” cried Bernard. “This is most annoying!”
I was back in practice and the bell was ringing furiously - although midnight was long past. Almost certainly this
