Chapter 27

It was a long telegram, Sanders noted, as, groaning, he took the message in his hand. Hamilton saw his face drop. “Trouble, sir?” he asked. “More work for poor old Bones,” murmured that young man. “It’s a very funny thing about me——” “Everything’s funny about you,” snapped Hamilton. And then Sanders’ voice broke in. “What on earth is all this about? Listen: “Very urgent. Report immediately how N’gombi execution knives came into your possession, whether they were in your possession when American scientific e…