Chapter 1

Epilogue

Illustrations

“What’s this, Mr. Holmes? Man, it’s witchcraft! Where in the name of all that is wonderful did you get those names?” For an instant I could have sworn that the faintest shadow of a smile flickered over the woman’s lips. “Watson, would you be afraid to sleep in the same room with a lunatic.” “If your heart is as big as your body, and your soul as fine as your face, then I’d ask for nothing better,” said McMurdo. It was all he could do to keep himself from screaming out. “Oh, Jack, I implore you to give it up!” “Not a sound, for your lives!” McMurdo whispered.