“He ought to. This used to be his home. He grew up here,” Muscles replied.
At the end of the corridor, their path was blocked by another door. The grandson tried it. It wouldn’t yield.
“No keys,” he said.
“Okay then, stand back.” Muscles took six steps away from the door. Then, with a bull-like charge, he hurtled his powerful body against it. The door sprang from its hinges, fell flat on the ground outside, with Muscles sprawling on top of it.
It took only seconds to reach the stone wall. The Ancient One was helped over. Biff turned as he crossed the wall. One end of the house was ablaze. Figures could be seen running frantically around, casting weird, dancing shadows.
As Biff watched, he saw four men leave the light of the blaze and come on a run to the place in the wall they had just crossed.
“Hurry,” Biff shouted. “They’re after us.”
CHAPTER XXII
Hong Kong and Points East
The party moved swiftly through the night. The grandson never hesitated. He knew every bend and turn in the path. Suddenly he stopped.
“We must rest a few minutes,” he said. “Honorable grandfather is old. He cannot stand this pace.”