CHAPTER XVII

CARDONA ATTACKS

CLIFF MARSLAND and Dip Riker were sitting on the stone floor of a little room. They were in the warehouse directly opposite the secret entrance to Henri Zayata’s abode. They had been here for more than two hours, waiting.

Cliff knew that they were on a landing that was situated in a converted air shaft. A hole at the side of the room formed the entrance for the ladder by which they had ascended to this spot — at least twenty feet above the alleyway.

But why they were here, and what was about to transpire, were two mysteries which Cliff had not yet solved.

The small room was in darkness. The only opening, other than the ladder shaft, was a narrow slit in the will, some four feet above the floor. The place was in total darkness.

Some one was coming up the ladder. Instinctively, Cliff reached for his automatic. He felt Dip Riker’s hand grasp his arm.

“It’s Flash,” whispered Dip. “He’s come to give us the lay—”