joins the Dover Road is the Merton Cottage Hospital. Mr. Harley is awaiting us there. He is less damaged than I am. A native chauffeur, whose name I don't know, is lying insensible in one of the beds--and in another is a dead man, unrecognizable, except for a birthmark resembling a torch on his forehead, his head crushed and his neck broken.
"That dead man is Fire-Tongue. I should like, Mr. Commissioner, to sign the statement."
End of the Project Gutenberg Etext of Fire-Tongue, by Sax Rohmer