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out the whole page, folded it up and put it in his pocket. He went upstairs again, unlocked his suitcase and took out the packet of letters. He took out the folded page from his pocket and slipped it under the string that held them together.
    Then, at a sudden sound behind him, he wheeled round sharply. A man was standing in the doorway, the kind of man whom Anthony had fondly imagined existed only in the chorus of a comic opera. A sinister-looking figure, with a squat brutal head and lips drawn back in an evil grin.
    'What the devil are you doing here?' asked Anthony. 'And who let you come up?'
    'I pass where I please,' said the stranger. His voice was guttural and foreign, though his English was idiomatic enough.
    'Another dago,' thought Anthony.
    'Well, get out, do you hear?' he went on aloud.
    The man's eyes were fixed on the packet of letters which Anthony had caught up.
    'I will get out when you have given me what I have come for.'
    'And what's that, may I ask?'
    The man took a step nearer.
    'The memoirs of Count Stylptitch,' he hissed.
    'It's impossible to take you seriously,' said Anthony. 'You're so completely the stage villain. I like your get-up very much. Who sent you here? Baron Lollipop?'
    'Baron -?' The man jerked out a string of harsh-sounding consonants.
    'So that's how you pronounce it, is it? A cross between gargling and barking like a dog. I don't think I could say it myself - my throat's not made that way. I shall have to go on calling him Lollipop. So he sent you, did he?'
    But he received a vehement negative. His visitor went so far as to spit upon the suggestion in a very realistic manner. Then he drew from his pocket a sheet of paper which he threw upon the table.
    'Look,' he said. 'Look and tremble, accursed Englishman.'
    Anthony looked with some interest, not troubling to fulfil the latter part of the command. On the paper was traced the crude design of a human hand in red.
    'It looks like a hand,' he remarked. 'But, if you say so, I'm quite prepared to admit that it's a Cubist picture of Sunset at the North Pole.'
    'It is the sign of the Comrades of the Red Hand. I am a Comrade of the Red Hand.'
    'You don't say so,' said Anthony, looking at him with much interest. 'Are the others all like you? I don't know what the Eugenic Society would have to say about it.'
    The man snarled angrily.
    'Dog,' he said. 'Worse than dog. Paid slave of an effete monarchy. Give me the memoirs, and you shall go unscathed. Such is the clemency of the Brotherhood.'
    'It's very kind of them, I'm sure,' said Anthony, 'but I'm afraid that both they and you are labouring under a misapprehension. My instructions are to deliver the manuscript - not to your amiable society, but to a certain firm of publishers.'
    'Pah!' laughed the other. 'Do you think you will ever be permitted to reach that office alive? Enough of this fool's talk. Hand over the papers, or I shoot.'
    He drew a revolver from his pocket and brandished it in the air.
    But there he misjudged his Anthony Cade. He was not used to men who could act as quickly - or quicker than they could think. Anthony did not wait to be covered by the revolver. Almost as soon as the other got it out of his pocket, Anthony had sprung forward and knocked it out of his hand. The force of the blow sent the man swinging round, so that he presented his back to his assailant.
    The chance was too good to be missed. With one mighty, well-directed kick, Anthony sent the man flying through the doorway into the corridor, where he collapsed in a heap.
    Anthony stepped out after him, but the doughty Comrade of the Red Hand had had enough. He got nimbly to his feet and fled down the passage. Anthony did not pursue him, but went back into his own room.
    'So much for the Comrades of the Red Hand,' he remarked. 'Picturesque appearance, but easily routed by direct action. How the hell did that fellow get in, I wonder? There's one thing that stands out pretty clearly - this isn't going to be quite such a