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foreign tongue.

The dark man placed his massive hands under Chatham's shoulders, and lifted the victim with ease. He
carried the body through the panel, and it closed after him, leaving a solid wall.

The murderer had taken away his victim. No trace of the tragedy remainedтАФ except Chatham's hat and
overcoat, which lay upon a chair in the corner.

Doctor Palermo disposed of these by donning them. Then he went to a small filing cabinet, and ran
through the cards to the letter C.

"Chatham, Horace," he read, half-aloud. "Spends much time at the Argo Club."

The physician chuckled. "A good place to be after the theater," he observed.

One last glance in the mirror. Then Doctor Palermo stood in deep thought. He went back to the filing
cabinet, and again glanced at the card that bore the name of Horace Chatham.

He referred to a list of names in the lower corner of the card, and made a quick inspection of other cards
in the cabinet.
Something that he discovered there pleased him, for he momentarily forgot the part that he was playing,
and his expression was far different from any that had ever been displayed by Horace Chatham. It was
an ugly, leering grin, that was most evident at the corners of Palermo's mouth.

The look passed away, and Palermo again became the double of Horace Chatham.

The physician went to the anteroom, and summoned the elevator. His face was haggard and worried as
he looked at the operator.

In the hall, he summoned a cab, and stayed within the door until the vehicle had reached the curb.

Then, with a furtive glance, Palermo hurried across the sidewalk, entered the cab, and was driven away.

"Funny bloke," observed the elevator operator, speaking to the hallman. "You'd remember him if you
saw him again, wouldn't you?"

"I remember faces, and I remember names," was the reply. "I'll know him if he comes again. Horace
ChathamтАФto see Doctor Palermo."

The disguise had stood its first test. Already two men were positive that the man who had left the
Marimba Apartments was Horace Chatham.

CHAPTER II. A MIDNIGHT VISITOR
"GOOD evening, Mr. Chatham."

The speaker was a clerk in a theatrical ticket office on Broadway. He was addressing a man who had
just entered, and who approached the counter with a rather gloomy expression on his face.

The man smiled rather wearily at the greeting.