"Go in anyhow," decided Kennedy quickly.

We left the shelter of the doorway and walked boldly up to the
door. Deftly Kennedy forced it and we entered.

We had scarcely mounted the stairs to the den of the Serpent, when
a servant in a back room, hearing a noise, stuck his head in the
door. Kennedy and I made a dash at him and quickly overpowered
him, snapping the bracelets on his wrists.

"Watch him, Walter," directed Craig as he made his way into the
back room.

. . . . . . .

In the devious plots and schemes of Wu Fang, his nefarious work
had brought him into contact not only with criminals of the lowest
order but with those high up in financial and diplomatic circles.

Thus it happened that at such a crisis as Kennedy had brought
about for him Wu had suddenly been called out of the city and had
received an order from a group of powerful foreign agents known
secretly as the Intelligence Office to meet an emissary at a
certain rocky promontory on the Connecticut shore of Long Island
Sound the very day after Kennedy's little affair with him in the
laboratory and the day before the letter from Washington arrived.

Though he was mortally afraid of Kennedy's pursuit, there was
nothing to do but obey this imperative summons. Quietly he slipped
out of town, the more readily when he realized that the summons