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"I couldn't help it, Alexis," Haven declared. "He was after us, all right. He says that the Prince owes him money."

"The lie should have choked him," Alexis thundered. "Still, one must reflect! In a few seconds he will be dead—if Little Master is not careful."

Haven relaxed his grip on his antagonist's neck. There was a dark shadow on Patinsky's face, his breath came in short gasps.

"You shall be shot for this," he faltered. "Shot before you leave this place."

Haven laughed scornfully, but Alexis was still looking worried.

"What are we going to do with him?" the former asked.

Patinsky's eyes were fixed longingly upon his revolver.

"Let me go," he gurgled.

They dragged him to a chair. Haven brought him whisky, which he drank greedily. He was obviously incapable of moving. Alexis, with a deep sigh, went to a cupboard and returned, bearing a roll of cord. With perfectly amazing skill and swiftness he tied up the half-unconscious man and, carrying him under his arm, crossed to the distant wall. Here he lifted a picture and touched a spring which formed part of the design of the old wall paper behind. Another panel opened slowly and a small apartment was disclosed. Alexis laid his burden gently down inside, closed the door and replaced the picture.