sound. Jack turned his head. The door could not be distinguis

er spoke. The atmosphere was close and heavy, and pungent with strange Oriental odors and scen

eard on the train and who had spied on them since at the Palace Hotel, meant only one thing to Mr.

ent them from informing on him to the authorities. Either he would hold them prisoner,

n? Had he shadowed the boys to the inventor's store? Did he know or suspect the plan to

s done. And, if he did not know that they already had laid their information before the authorities and that even now the move to locate the smugglers' radio was launched, then

d of reassurance. It gave him something of a shock, for he realized that their active minds also had been sizing up the sit

ing of them only as youngsters. But this summer was opening his eyes. They had played men

ad passed through Mr. Temple's mind with lightning-like

to regard them with the impassive and inscrutable countenance

f this outrage?" deman

would be likely to adopt under similar circumstances. It would not do to let "Black George" see they suspect

ant," he said, "say s

orge" spo

y get some of your money, too, before we fini

eir attendant

chairs and t

ols without back supports, placed one behind each o

orge" in a suave voice, "a

com

ot handle you roughly. They had instructions not

ospitality and come to the point. We are prisoners,

d letting more of his true character

mple," He said, "my reaso

do you

d to maintain an attitud

ing more harsh, "that you have been medd

pla

erheard words not intended for their ears on the Flyer from the East. They s

el

er menacingly. "You called Inspector B

looked fixedly

much of my conversation these boys overheard

ce of innocenc

se to tell?" qu

long at Mr. Temple and the boys in turn.

like to play wit

U

e to torture th

U

ply the water cure and

U

out fing

U

an never chang

le thought only of the boys, not of himself. Would these scoundre

s is the twentieth century, and such things are not do

t. You probably thought it was not possible to trap you, either. But you notice it was done.

r this. Others know where I have gone. My original

ack George" succinctly. "

head waiter at the resta

se suddenly, walked close to Mr. Temple,

ape, don't try to make trouble for them. My agents don't kn

features, but in reality sore at heart, "B

ree from the hastily tied bonds, leaped upon him. Bob's hands went arou

old Chinaman. The latter moved with surprising swiftness for one of his age. Springing from the chair, he waved a

often had done on the football field at Harrington Hall Military Ac

t hurtling through the air. His aim was deadly. The heavy stool caught the Chi

log, his dagger clat