He made a slight hissing noise that
arrested the attention of the others and held them in moveless
silence.
"I hear something," he whispered. He went to the keyhole of the
door leading into the passage. Then he whispered again, "And
it's coming this way."
At the words, Garson snapped his fingers. The room was plunged
in darkness.
CHAPTER XVIII. THE NOISELESS DEATH.
There was absolute silence in the library after the turning of
the switch that brought the pall of darkness. Long seconds
passed, then a little noise--the knob of the passage door
turning. As the door swung open, there came a gasping breath
from Mary, for she saw framed in the faint light that came from
the single burner in the corridor the slender form of her
husband, Dick Gilder. In the next instant he had stepped within
the room and pulled to the door behind him. And in that same
instant Chicago Red had pounced on his victim, the huge hand
clapped tight over the young man's mouth. Even as his powerful
arm held the newcomer in an inescapable embrace, there came a
sound of scuffling feet and that was all.
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