The Flaming Phantom, Chapter 4

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌⁠Three deeply mystified men passed down the hill to the village from the old house. Ernest Weston, the owner, had not spoken since before the—the THING appeared there in the reception-room, or was it in the library? He was not certain—he couldn't have told. Suddenly he turned to the constable.

"I told you not to shoot."

"That's all right," said the constable. "I was there in my official capacity, and