"In our country his magic is supreme!"
With difficulty he controlled himself and bowed low, his forehead almost touching the floor. Then he looked away, cringing.
"I see that you recognize me," Doctor Q chuckled, fiendishly. "Good! You will not be so foolish as to fail me."
"No, no, master, I swear it by—"
"Never mind your oath. My power is my guaranty. Go—follow Long Fang. He will direct you to the torture-chamber."
Doctor Q turned on his heel and hobbled out of the room.
Long Fang and the Strangler were about to proceed to the torture-chamber when footsteps were heard on the stairway that led to the curio-shop below. Long Fang and the Madagascan stopped and listened.
Another moment and De Luxe Dora and Paul Balcom stepped into the room. With a curt command Paul called Long Fang to him and the Chinaman, important as he was, hastened to obey.
What was this strange power that Paul, at will, could exercise throughout the underworld?
With a few terse questions Paul ascertained the exact condition of affairs.