For he had decided to have the place
raided. Only now he was stricken almost dumb with astonishment at being
confronted by Eva.
There was no time for more. Before Eva could explain her own presence
there the door burst open, the panels slid back, and a horde of
emissaries and Chinamen swarmed about them.
Eva fired her automatic again and again, but could not stay the rush.
Locke fought with the courage of despair. But they were too many and
soon bore him down.
As they carried Locke into the chamber of torture the last thing he saw
was Eva surrounded by her foes, who were closing in on the poor girl.
Towering above them all, he saw the gigantic form of the Automaton.
In the torture-chamber Locke was shackled hand and foot to the
partition, while the noose of the garroting-machine was placed about his
neck.
The Madagascan supervised this work, then waved the emissaries out of
the room. They were alone there now, these two--the professional
murderer and his victim.
With a sneer the Madagascan turned and went to the other side of the
partition where the wheel was by which the noose was tightened,
strangling the victim.
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