settled upon the floor—and his voice was a cultured British drawl.
“Later,” he was saying; “we will settle this thing that is between us. Just now you will drop your pistol and stand very still while I get up.”
Hook’s revolver—only half out of his pocket when the oriental had covered him—thudded to the rug. He stood rigidly still while Tai got to his feet, and Hook’s breath came out noisily, and each freckle stood ghastily out against the dirty scared white of his face.
I looked at the girl. There was contempt in the eyes with which she looked at Hook, but no disappointment.
Then I made a discovery: something had changed in the room near her !
I shut my eyes and tried to picture that part of the room as it had been before the two men had clashed. Opening my eyes suddenly, I had the answer.