" Domber said. "I'll be having a brandy in the
library." He turned away at once.

Stan followed Herman up a wide stairway and into a large room. It was
furnished in a luxurious manner. Herman bowed at the door.

"You will wish me to draw hot water for a bath?" he asked.

"Thank you, Herman, I will take a hot bath. See that there's plenty of
soap." Stan grinned.

Herman drew water in the bathroom and laid out snowy towels. Coming out
of the bathroom, he said:

"I will lay out clothing for you."

Stan lost no time in getting into the tub. He splashed and built up a
mountain of suds, then wallowed in them. As he lay there he suddenly
began to laugh. This was the oddest experience he had ever had. Yet
there was something sinister about it. Domber had a fishy coldness about
him that was chilling. Stan decided it was the way he looked out of his
little eyes. There seemed to be a smoldering hate back of the light in
those eyes.

Herman had laid out clothing, a business suit which was very close to
Stan's size, fresh linen, a shirt, a tie and a pair of dress shoes.
Herman was nowhere in sight.

Stan dressed slowly. The shoes fit well and so did the shirt. Herman was
an expert man's man. He had sized Stan up correctly. As he knotted the
tie, Stan walked to a wide window overlooking a garden. There were no
bars on the window and the garden was deserted. No guards paced back and
forth. Stan began to wonder if he was not supposed to escape again.

Walking to the door he opened it. The hallway was empty. Stan walked
toward the back of the house and found a balcony with a flight of steps
leading to the garden below. He wondered what would happen if he walked
down those steps and into the garden. With a grin on his lips he did
just that.

Stepping off the last step he strolled into the garden. No one
challenged him, so he walked around the house. He was standing looking
out into an alley lined with trees. Suddenly a man stepped out from
behind a wall and bowed to Stan.

"Luncheon is ready," the man said in perfect English.

Stan noticed, as the wind whipped open the man's coat, that he was
wearing a heavy shoulder holster. He smiled. The man reminded him of a
Chicago gangster he once had seen captured.

"I was just going in," he said. Turning about he entered the house.
Herman appeared at once and bowed. Stan followed him into Domber's
library. A table had been set before an open fire. Domber was seated in
an easy cha