“I said sit!”
The Count plumped down abjectly into the depths of a big easy chair. Ned likewise seated himself, with the ugly-looking revolver still ready.
“Now, Count,” said he evenly.
“N—no!”
“Now!”
Old Count Polnychek shrank before the rising black muzzle not two yards away.
“Well, a curtained limousine is to call here for me at ten to-night. The chauffeur understands that he is to drive me to Spvodka, ten minutes’ walk from the chateau where the Emperor is to sleep. All ten of us who head the plot are to meet there at eleven. Then we are to ...”
CHAPTER XXVI
AN ATTEMPT TO ASSASSINATE THE EMPEROR
Alan, Bob and Buck were nearly frantic with worry over the still-missing Ned by the time darkness closed in.