“I must mail this letter.”
The man with the red mask looked keenly toward him. A red-gloved hand took the envelope from Berger’s grasp.
“I shall mail the letter.”
The masked man placed the envelope in his pocket as he spoke. Then he touched Berger’s forehead with the fingers of one crimson glove. The pressure of his hand turned the young man’s head from side to side.
“Wake up!”
With these words, the masked man struck Berger’s forehead with his knuckles. Berger shook his head, and blinked his eyes. He gazed about him, in bewilderment; then stared at the man who stood before him.
“The Red Envoy!” he exclaimed.
The masked man nodded, and pointed to the chair by the table.
“Sit down,” he commanded.
THE Red Envoy stood before him, his gloved hands resting upon the edge of the table. He seemed to be awaiting a statement.