Something moved near the foot of the bed!
Still without stirring, Merriwell turned his gaze in that direction.
At the foot of the bed a dark shape seemed to tower!
Impressed by a sense of extreme peril, Frank shot his hand out of the bed toward the electric button on the wall.
By chance he struck the right button.
Snap!—up flared the gas.
And there at the foot of the bed stood a man in black, his face hidden by a mask.
The sudden up-flaring of the gas seemed to startle the unknown intruder and disconcert him for a moment. With a hiss, he started backward.
Bolt upright sat Frank.
Merry’s eyes looked straight into the eyes that peered through the twin holes in the mask.