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He turned, stepping silently, into an entry. This place was like a dark tunnel. Some thirty feet deep, it
terminated in a heavy wooden door. A small, barred hole pierced the door.

"Ya intal," he called softly through the bars.

"What?" growled a harsh Yankee voice from the other side of the grille.

"Holloa there!" said Pasha Bey, putting his call into English. "By the life of your father, your servant is
here. He awaits your command."

"Are you ready to pull the croak?" asked the unseen man.

"Na'am, aywa!" murmured Pasha Bey.

"Speak English. you bony camel!"

"Yes. I am ready!"

The man backed of the door did not waste time. He shoved a hand through the bars. The hand was
gloved. It held a folded paper.

"Give this note to the guy. It's a bait to make him go with you without suspecting anything. I don't care
where you do the job, or how you do it. But pick a good spot."

"Trust your servant."

"0. K. Now, beat it!"

"Four thousand piastres," Pasha Bey reminded gently.

"You'll get your pay when the job is done!" growled the hidden man.

"Half; now," suggested Pasha Bey, who knew it was sometimes difficult to collect from those who
wanted murder done.

There was silence while the unseen man thought it over. Then the gloved hand again appeared. It held a
hundred dollar bill-the approximate equivalent of two thousand piastres. At current exchange, a piastre
was worth about a nickel.

Pasha Bey stowed the money in his burnoose. "I will come here for the other half-and to tell you the man
is dead."

"Are you sure you've got his name down pat-Major Thomas J. Roberts? Long Tom Roberts."

"I know."

"0. K. You may see a big, bronze-looking guy around. Steer clear of him."

"Very well."