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looked delighted, lunged for her. His delight vanished. She hit him in the right eye, pulled some hair out of his
head, and kicked him in the midriff, all before he could help himself.

The next instant, Derek Flammen was flat on his face, the remarkable young woman seated on his back,
holding him with a neat jujitsu hold which dealt awful agony.

"IтАЩm not afraid of anything that wears pants," said Velma Crale.



SHE searched Derek Flammen, relieved him of a pocketknife and a large, straight-stemmed pipe. She tied
his hands and ankles with bedsheets from the bedroom.
Stepping back, she examined the pipe. The inlaid stem interested her. She pointed it at the wall and tried
pressing various bits of the inlay.

She got a small zing! of a noise. Something hit the wall, and she went over to examine itтАФa tiny dart.

"Poisoned, IтАЩll bet!" she snapped, and glared at Derek Flammen.

The latter said nothing, but he did not appear to be in a comfortable state of mind.

Velma Crale stamped over and glared at him.

"Where is Thurston H. Wardhouse?" she asked.

"I never heard of such a man!" snapped Derek Flammen.

"Of course not!" Velma Crale laughed, harshly. "But Thurston H. Wardhouse is sailing from Southampton on
the liner Regis to-night, and when I get my hands on him, plenty is going to happen!"

Derek Flammen kept silent. But he became slightly pale.

"IтАЩve been doing plenty of sleuthing around," advised Velma Crale. "I know the whole story. I know just how
many millions are at stake."

Derek Flammen swallowed, plainly with some effort, but still did not speak.

"When your crowd tried to run a whizzer on me, you tackled the wrong person!" snapped the young woman.
"IтАЩm going to run you ragged! IтАЩm going to do myself a lot of good in this. And Thurston H. Wardhouse is going
to help me. You didnтАЩt know that, did you?"

Derek Flammen seemed about to choke.

The window had not opened more than the fraction of an inch which it had risen earlier.

There came a knock on the door.

Velma Crale got her gun from the bed and sidled over to the door.

"What is it?" she asked.