Two hands approached Cleve’s face. The green eyes flashed close before him. The hands, with roughly sweeping touch, pulled away the disguising eyebrows and the other tokens of Moy Chen’s craftsmanship.
There, in the uncertain light, the face of Hugo Barnes had been destroyed, and in its place were the features of Cleve Branch.
It was Cleve Branch who had sought to thwart the vile schemes of the Wu-Fan. It was Cleve Branch, now, who was to die.
Unable to send a cry for help; not even knowing the purpose that lay behind the secret mission of the Wu-Fan, the intruder was to feel the knife that killed.
The menace of the startling eyes was gone; but it brought no comfort to Cleve Branch. Green Eyes, too, had departed. Turning his head, Cleve saw the heavy door descend.
The final thud of that barrier was like a knell of doom. The last hope faded from Cleve’s closing eyes.
Two men remained. Foy, The Slayer; and Foo Chow, the witness.
This was to be the room of death! A traitor to the Wu-Fan was to die!