Neither of
us paid any attention to that hint, but remained seated as we had
been before.
"Go!" she exclaimed at length, for the first time showing a trace
of nervousness.
Evidently her suspicions had been fully confirmed by our actions.
We tried to argue with her to gain time. But it was of no use.
Almost before I knew what she was doing, she made a dash for
something in the corner of the room. It was time for open action,
and I seized her quickly.
My detective was on his feet in an instant.
"I'll take care of her," he ground out, seizing her wrists in his
vice-like grasp. "You give the signal."
I rushed to the window, threw up the shade and opened the sash,
waving our preconcerted sign, turning again toward the room.
With a sudden accession of desperate strength, Savetsky broke away
from the plainclothesman and again attempted to get at something
concealed on the wall. I had turned just in time to fling myself
between her and whatever object she had in mind.
As the detective took her again and twisted her arm until she
cried out in pain, I hastily investigated the wall. She had
evidently been attempting to press a button that rang a concealed
bell.
What did it all mean?
. . . . . . . .
Elaine, now completely unconscious, was being held by the
Chinamen, while her arm was smeared with sticky black material
from the cauldron by Long Sin.
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