“Do not be alarmed,” came the whispered voice. Its tone was sinister, despite its assurance. “You need not fear. I shall not harm you. I unloaded your automatic. I thought you might become excited.”
“Who are you?” demanded Lamont Cranston.
The figure ignored his question.
“I have come to advise you,” came the whisper. “You must leave here for a while. For a month at least. I recommend a trip to Europe. Sea air is very healthy at this season. You will go tomorrow.”
“Who are you?”
Again the question was ignored.
“Will you obey my orders?” asked the voice from the foot of the bed.
“No!” exclaimed the millionaire.
* * *
The figure laughed mirthlessly, and Lamont Cranston shuddered. His eyes gazed in fascination as the man in black moved from his position, and came to the side of the bed, until he stood but a few feet away.