Another figure came panting over the horizon, almost tripping in the shifting sand. It was the errand boy, flapping a white piece of paper around in the air. "Sir! Professor Raynard! It's urgent, it says! Why-" he stopped and stared. "Is that- What-" nervously, the boy licked his lips. "Is he dead?"
"Yes he is. Here Tommy, bring me the paper." Walking over, Professor Raynard snatched the paper from the boy's hand as he continued to stare. It was a telegram, and he was startled to see that it was signed 'Peter Riley'.
URGENT IMPORTANT MATTER AM COMING STRAIGHT OVER BRINGING SIR HENRY MEET US JUNE 25 AT TRAIN STATION DON'T DO ANYTHING FOR GOD'S SAKES
RILEY
"Today is the 26th. It came too late. Why in the world- it doesn't matter. Where's Sir Henry?"
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