Chapter XI—In Danger.The following evening just before half past six, a very smiling and debonair Mr. Wenn drove up in Eunice Smith's car to the house of Professor Ingleby.
He turned a humorous eye upon the sands that stretched along the lonely shore. “Tide going down fast,” he remarked, “and those jolly quicksands will soon be uncovered. Good way of dying, too. No bothering doctor's bill to come in afterwards, and funeral expenses cheap.” He sighed. “Really, Gilbert, you are a lucky chap.”
He ran the car into the yard and then met Professor Ingleby on the verandah. The great man shook him warmly by the hand and led him into the house.
“So glad you've come, Mr. Wenn,” he said cordially. “You're the first one to arrive but we'll have a little appetiser at once,” and he touched the bell.
