the meaning of fear I was not prepared to believe.

"Before you proceed further, Colonel Menendez," said Harley, "might I
ask when you left Cuba?"

"Some three years ago," was his reply. "Because--" he hesitated
curiously--"of health motives, I leased a property in England,
believing that here I should find peace."

"In other words, you were afraid of something or someone in Cuba?"

Colonel Menendez turned in a flash, glaring down at the speaker.

"I never feared any man in my life, Mr. Harley," he said, coldly.

"Then why are you here?"

The Colonel placed the stump of his first cigarette in an ash tray and
lighted that which he had newly made.

"It is true," he admitted. "Forgive me. Yet what I said was that I
never feared any man."

He stood squarely in front of the Burmese cabinet, resting one hand
upon his hip. Then he added a remark which surprised me.

"Do you know anything of Voodoo?" he asked.

Paul Harley took his pipe from between his teeth and stared at the
speaker silently for a moment. "Voodoo?" he echoed. "You mean negro