CHAPTER III

“SÂKYA MÛNI” The faint disturbance faded into silence again. Across the dead man’s body I met Smith’s gaze. Faint wreaths of fog floated in from the outer room. Beeton clutched the foot of the bed, and the structure shook in sympathy with his wild trembling. That was the only sound now; there was absolutely nothing physical, so far as my memory serves, to signalise the coming of the brown visitor. Yet, stealthy as that approach had been, something must have warned us. For suddenly, with one accord, we three turned …