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Masquerade

By Cecil Carnes

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“ASIA!” UTTERED Sargent, and Allan could sense a shiver passing through the frail old body. “Man, be careful of her! She's evil incarnate! She appears to have considerable authority over the Japanese, and it was she who was going to torture Kay!” “Really!” exclaimed Allan softly. “Glad you mentioned it, Doctor! Now, listen to my yarn.” In quick, whispered phrases he gave a summary of his experiences to date. He ended with a subject of peculiar interest to himself, the story of Harry Bishgp's ghastly fate. “Have you any notion what they could have done to him?” “I know what they did! They explained the trick to me in detail because it was one they threatened to do to Kay. They inject a preparation of rattlesnake venom into the victim's spinal fluid. If vou'll tell that to your doctors—in case I don't get out of here myself—they'll know what to do for your friend. He can be cured.” “Thank God!” breathed Allan fervently. “If only—" The passage was suddenly flooded with light. “Hands up!” commanded the Eurasian. “This time there'll be no nonsense, understand? Follow me as I back out. A false move will be your last!” Allan heard a ga®p of dismay from Sargent. and found np word of hope to leave with the old man. He moved forward slowly as the torch retreated. He quite believed the ugly man’s statement: on this occasion there'd be no nonsense. His number was up. Now they were outside. Beyond the circle of light from the torch, something white moved in the darkness. A voice spoke in a queer tongue utterly foreign to his knowledge of languages, but it was a woman's voice and he recognized it with a start. Asia! There was a brief exchange between servant and mistress. He sounded sullen and rebellious: she was peremptory, and the argument ended when she stamped her foot. Grumbling, the Eurasian flicked off his torch and disappeared into the night. = = 2 “COME, SENOR—Allan! I fear you must return as you came if you wish to get back unseen.” She walked toward the shore, Allan at her elbow and silent while he tried to adapt himself to this change in his fortunes. “You werc brave to come here tonight—but vou'd have been a dead man at dawn if I hadn't interfered! You realize that?” “Yes. Why did you do it, Asia?” “Why? Just for the moment, let us agree to call it—a woman's whim.” Her voice was very soft, very alluring and provocative. Her body brushed against his in the dark, and he felt—a most unromantic simile—as if an electric eel had touched him with all its Juice turned on. Now they were at the water's edge. “I must hurry away,” whispered the lady, “and so must you. Good night—dear Allan!® “Good night, Asia—and thanks!” Then it happened. Her arms were about his neck, her lithe form was weided to his, her warm lips were pressed hard against his mouth. A second she ciung there— laughed tremulously — and was gone! Allan swam back to prison rather slowly, and never once thought about sharks on the way. Kay Sargent was waiting on the dock, and he heard her quick breath of relief ds he slithered onto the pier at her feet. As they strolled up to the bungalow he told her about her father, and also explained the meaning of the lights she had seen flashing on the main island. While he talked to Kay, Allan regained most of the equilibrium he had lost to Asia's potent charm. He regained the rest of it in the lighted foyer of the house

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Asia correctly. He remembered the figure he had seen when he first| landed and had small doubt his] capture and release had been neatly staged by the lady. A grandstand] play, he decided, to gain the good- | will and gratitude and perhaps! bring her a step closer to getting those secrets from his mythical brother in Washington. Miss Sargent’s coolness lasted for nearly four days, but at dusk on! the fourth she came bursting into] the small patio where he was restlessly pacing the tiled walk. “Oh, Allan, guess what's hap-| pened! I was looking toward the island from my room window just| now and I saw a man I met at] Ensenada! A Colonel Escobar of the Rurales! In charge of this dis-! trict, he told me! He was staring! straight at me, and what do you think I did?” “Threw him a kiss,” Allan moodily. “No,” said Kay, too excited to be! indignant. “I raised and lowered the window shade several times in code! I sent him SOS! Father] made me learn it once. The Colonel | didn't make any sign, but I know he must have seen me. He was looking right at me!” “That's odd.” muttered Allan. Here was news indeed and his thoughts were racing so madly that he answered almost absently. “You'd | think he might have thrown a Kiss | at least, huh?” { “We-ell,” replied Kay a bit bleakIv, “just at that moment the Asia creature came up and they went off arm-in-arm. I suppose she's got him, too.”

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