Otto’s arrival had been most opportune for the masquerading Blake. Otto was ready to do his bidding.
Only the ingenuity of Blake’s antagonist thwarted him.
Blake’s foe allowed no opportunity for the chauffeur to fire. Realizing this, Otto took advantage of the struggle to approach the fighting men. At close range he could shoot Blake’s foe. It was then that Michaels suddenly changed his tactics.
With a mighty swing, he hurled Blake across the room. The millionaire crumpled as he crashed against the wall. Whirling, Michaels fell upon Otto before the man could bring his automatic into play.
The brawny chauffeur was thrown back by the attack, but he wrested his right hand free and tried to cover Michaels with the gun.
His wrist was turned aside by an iron grip. For several tense seconds, neither man seemed to move; yet both were exerting every effort.
“Hold him, Otto!”
It was Blake who spoke. The millionaire had risen to his feet. He was reaching for his automatic that lay on the floor behind Michaels. If Otto could withhold his foe a few seconds longer, Blake could deliver the fatal shot into the back of Michaels.
THE chauffeur lurched forward as Michaels drew him back. Fighting desperately, Michaels tried to kick the gun away from Blake’s hand. He failed.
The millionaire seized the automatic and lifted it with a cry of triumph. Simultaneously, Otto gained his desired opportunity. The grip on his wrist relaxed. He shoved the muzzle of his gun against Michael’s side. He pressed the trigger, holding it to discharge the entire volley of ten shots.