Chapter Five
THERE was a new horror. The story of those early special trains gave the final terror to the situation. Probably they had been blown to eternity. There was just one chance in a million that anybody had escaped. All the same something would have to be done to put the matter at rest.
Nobody knew what to do; everybody had lost their heads for the moment. It seemed hopeless from the very start. Naturally, the man that everybody looked to at the moment was Fergusson of the associated tubes. With him was Alton Rossiter, representing the County Council.
“But how to make a start?” the latter asked.
“We will start from Deptford,” said Fergusson. “We must first ascertain the exact time that the train left Deptford, and the precise moment when the first explosion took place. Mind you
