"The instrument of torture is here," he said. "The Madagascan has just
brought it. He is an unrivaled strangler."
"Let him approach," commanded Doctor Q.
Long Fang beckoned, and the Strangler came forward. His eyes had been
fixed on the Chinese, but now they roved to the figure of Doctor Q, and
he fell back in consternation, clutching the other Madagascan by the
shoulder and gasping in awestruck tones.
"In our country his magic is supreme!"
With difficulty he controlled himself and bowed low, his forehead almost
touching the floor. Then he looked away, cringing.
"I see that you recognize me," Doctor Q chuckled, fiendishly. "Good! You
will not be so foolish as to fail me."
"No, no, master, I swear it by--"
"Never mind your oath. My power is my guaranty. Go--follow Long Fang. He
will direct you to the torture-chamber."
Doctor Q turned on his heel and hobbled out of the room.
Long Fang and the Strangler were about to proceed to the torture-chamber
when footsteps were heard on the stairway that led to the curio-shop
below. Long Fang and the Madagascan stopped and listened.
Another moment and De Luxe Dora and Paul Balcom stepped into the room.
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