Back in the study, the Duke woke up from his trance and saw a couple of his private security men collecting the scorched body of his travel companion, the fourth Lemurian hunter. The Duke called Mr. Smith, who stood next to his master's red chair.
"Is the submarine here?" The Duke's voice was hoarse.
"Yes, my lord. It's all going according to plan."
"Get the hunters out of here, take them through the tunnels."
"Right away, your Highness."
The security men helped the Lemurian hunters to get up, and guided them to the secret passage behind the bookshelf. They all looked exhausted.
The Duke rose to his feet without help and took his golden walking stick. The lights went on, and the fog vanished.