"LATONKA TRUST"
He pushed through the door into a rich carpeted reception room. At the far end was a second door beside which sat a desk, door and desk being railed off from the rest of the office. The door into Albert Peet's inner sanctum was ajar. Jaro could distinguish voices; then quite clearly he heard Albert Peet say in a high girlish tone:
"Stanley, I thought I left you in the native quarter. Why did you follow me? How many times have I told you never to come here?"
The reply was unintelligible. Then the pale-faced young man came through the door shutting it after himself. At the sight of Jaro Moynahan he froze.
"What're you sneaking around here for?"
Jaro settled himself warily, his light blue eyes flicking over the youth.
"Let's get this straight," he said mildly. "I've known your kind before. Frankly, ever since I saw you I've had to repress a desire to step on you as I might a spider."
The youth's black eyes were hot as coals, his fingers twitching. His hands began to creep upward.
"You dirty ..." he began, but he got no further. Jaro Moynahan shot him in the shoulder.
The compressed air slug gun had seemed to leap into Jaro's hand. The big slug, smacked the gunman's shoulder with a resounding thwack, hurled him against the wall. Jaro vaulted the rail, deftly relieved him of two poisoned needle guns.