Chapter 7

“It never occurred to _me_ until we made that astounding discovery to-night. Why should it? But in view of what’s happened, it’s more than odd, don’t you think?” “We must tell Weymouth.” We went into the hut. Weymouth was sitting where I had left him, his brows still wrinkled in thought. . . . Dr. Petrie was pacing slowly up and down. As we entered, Weymouth raised his kindly blue eyes to Forester, and: “Did you catch that dog?” he asked. “No,” said Forester, staring hard. “Did it sound like a dog to you?” “It _was…