In one room lies Shreenath, trapped and chained. Desperately Raiji puts to flames his own spacious house. Mukta finds her love and loyalty divided between the attractive stranger and her own father. A precious diamond ring which Raiji wanted for himself comes into the fearful dream and unleashes a landslide of startling incidents. Now this entrancing girl guides him to an under ground vault where he meets a broken, manacled prisoner- his long lost father. Who was it? Something in the voice grips him and lures him back to the ghostly house. But when he is about to leave he hears a plaintive voice, begging for help. The pleasant encounter is, however, cut short by the irate master of the house and he is told to clear out of the premises. He meets a lovely charmer in Raijis daughter, Mukta. Strange things happen to him here-sinister doors open and close around him, a mysterious hand leads him out of a tight corner, he is attacked by a fearsome monster of a man. Little did he know he had walked into a veritable death trap. Keen to know more about his father, Shreenath wanders into the multi-room house of Raiji. His father whom he came to meet, is missing for years, the police constable inform him, and is believed to be absconding from a charge of mudering the wife of Raiji, a local Hitler with a ready gun.
At teh nick of the moment, however, the Anglo-Indian driver of the train enters and testifies to the innocence of the suspect. Shreenath, a handsome smiling youth is apprehended and faces a summary investigation in the station masters crowded room.
The train pulls to jerky screeching halt. Someone flings open a door, revealing a dead body in a pool of blood! Whistles, cries and shouts fill the air men are seen flitting about in frantic urgency. In the dim corridor, a girl screams, her voice tremulous with tremulous with tension and terror. Like a truant comet fleeing from its moorings, the train flashed through the covering darkness of the forest range.