He drew from his vest a long, polished dagger which scattered a thousand flashes as he brandished it in the gas-light.
"Santa Maria!" he cried. "Steel talks, signor."
The doctor was in no way disconcerted, for he quickly produced a pistol.
"Yes, my good fellow," he rejoined, "and here is an iron dog that can bark."
Bambino made a rush upon the doctor, who fired, but his bullet missed its mark and he received the point of the dagger in his arm.
The coat was cut open, the skin slightly ripped and blood flowed, though no serious injury was done.
This was a fortunate miss for the Italian, who at once made his escape down the stairs, and into the street, where in the darkness he easily eluded pursuit.
"Are you hurt, doctor?" asked Jack.
"Only got a scratch, a mere flesh wound. Do you know the fellow?" was the reply.
"Unfortunately I do; he is a hired assassin."