impossible, as long the circle was kept closed, for the man to escape. But the circle drew in, and
there was no sign o f him. The short, single, explanatory blasts sounded petulant and lost.
At last Saunders, gazing ahead saw the faint form o f a policeman come out o f the fog a
dozen yards away. He halted them all with a whistled signal; the fugitive must be somewhere just
ahead in the tangle o f tracks in the centre. Revolver in hand, Saunders advanced, and a policeman
took his place and closed the circle.
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