CHAPTER XXXII.
THE PRICE OF A LEG.
Fred Fillmore boarded a car and sprang off at the Auditorium. He went directly to the box office, where he made certain inquiries that led him to take another car, which he left and walked briskly to the Rennart Hotel.
“Please send my card up to Mr. Hashi,” he said to the clerk.
Ten minutes later he was received in one of the rooms of the hotel by a suave, smiling little Jap, who did not look particularly formidable, yet who had the movements of a panther coupled with that animal’s grace.
“What can I do for you, most honorable sir?” inquired the Jap.
“You are Mr. Hashi, the great Japanese master of jujutsu, I believe?”
“I have that humble honor, most respected sir.”
“You can break a man’s bones as if they were pipe-stems?”