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Drome (Continued from page 28) single mark in the snow. It could have disappeared without doing that. For I knew what had killed poor Rhoda Dillingham. Supposing, however, that this was indeed the secret, what then? A great deal was explained, but as much remained inexplicable. For where on earth, after reaching the bottom of the crevasse, could the angel and the demon have gone? There was, so far as I could see, no possible way of escape. There was a remarkable overhang of rock there at the end, coming down within a yard or so of the floor. But that was all it was—an overhang. It was not the entrance to any subterranean passage. Perhaps, if this was indeed the way, we had come too late; perhaps here had been an opening there—an opening that, what with the movement of the ice, was now wholly concealed. I looked at Milton Rhodes, and on the instant I knew that he too had been noticing all these things. Had the same thoughts come to him also? "Everything is still now," I observed. "That sound might have been only a fancy." He nodded slowly. "Or it might been made by the glacier. No telling, though, Bill. It might have been real enough and something else. We mustn't forget that." "I am not likely to do so. However, what do you make of this?" "It may be the way to—the way to Drome. And it may be nothing of the kind. They easily could have vanished into this crevasse." "And then where could they have gone?" "Probably the way is blocked by the ice now. Who can say? That overhang down there——" "Is not an entrance," I told him.