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Wallace was totally unprepared for the reception that awaited him. He had left the Monster unconscious, and bound as securely as it was possible to bind anything. The door had been left half open, and it remained so now. The torch was at its last gasp, and he had to shake it to produce about as much illumination as a glow-worm would give. On the threshold of the door it gave out completely.
"I've got some matches," he whispered. "Possibly I can join up the broken electric cable."