".But it was a sufficient incentive for him to enter the
place.
He crept into the little stairway and listened. The voices
died out.
To Harry they seemed to come from a point beneath him.
He crept along the stairway and finally reached a battered
door. There he suddenly crouched down in the shadows.
He was just in time.
The latch was raised, the door swung open, and a man
came out into the dark hall.
Harry caught only a faint glimpse of the room beyond.
It was dimly lighted.
He could see that it was furnished in Chinese style, with
heathen idols and outfits. But there seemed no other oc-
cupant. "
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