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lips.
‘Goodbye Tommy,’ she murmured softly. ‘Forgive me, please, for bringing you to – this.’
‘Oh, shucks! You’ve brought me to nothing. Yumasaki here will have his little joke.’
The Japanese turned savagely on the girl.
‘Go!’ he thundered. Without another word she went, closing the door gently behind her. Yumasaki swung back to Carter. ‘You persist in regarding this affair as a joke?’ he asked, resuming his suave manner.
‘Sure,’ was the reply. ‘And nothing you can say will make me alter my opinion. So I suggest we stop playing games; shall we? I kinda feel it’s time I hit the hay.’
Yumasaki ignored his remarks.
‘You will observe,’ he stated, ‘that this room possesses no windows, the door is very powerful. I am now going to leave you to spend a few minutes in reflection. You will be locked in and, therefore, cannot escape. Presently some men will come to speed your soul on its last journey. There will be a little discomfort, but I can promise you no pain. I will not see you again alive, so I will bid you farewell – Tommy.’
He pronounced the name with mocking intonation, and turned to leave the room.
‘Just a minute, Mr Wise Guy,’ called Carter. ‘Guess I have a word or two to say myself about this little party you’re arranging. Do you think that, if I’d reckoned I was in any real danger, I’d let you leave this room? Why, you poor Japanese mutt, I could break you in two with my hands.’
Yumasaki stepped softly back to him, a sneering smile curving his thick lips. His hands were still tucked in his sleeves.
‘I am quite well aware,’ he conceded, ‘that, as far as brute strength is concerned, you have much the advantage of me.I am, however, an exponent of the art of ju-jutsu, and could render you helpless in a few seconds. I possess another big argument in my favour.’ He drew his right hand from the sleeve in which it had been concealed and Carter saw he was grasping a long Japanese dagger. ‘I am also,’ proclaimed Yumasaki, ‘very expert in the use of this weapon. Before you could grasp me, you would be impaled. Have I convinced you I am not a fool?’
‘On the contrary, you have convinced me you are. I’ve been wondering all the time what kind of weapon you were holding inside that sleeve. That’s why I spoke of breaking you in two. I wanted you to supply me with the information. You see, I figured it out you might be holding a gun pointed at me, which would go off, if I made any aggressive movement.’
‘A revolver would make too much noise, my dear friend. Besides, I am so much more efficient with a dagger. I fail to see why you consider me a fool because I have shown you I possess this admirable weapon.’
‘Oh, I didn’t say you were a fool because of that. You are a darned fool, though, to let me know you aren’t packing a gun, because I am . Get me?’ As he spoke, he whipped out his revolver, immediately covering Yumasaki, who shrank back with a gasp of sheer consternation. ‘I see you realise yourself now,’ commented Carter, ‘that you are, or were, a fool.’ Swiftly he placed himself between the Japanese and the door. ‘Now get this, Yumasaki. I am not afraid of a revolver making too much noise. In fact, it would be all to my advantage to fire, especially now those infernal fireworks outside seem to have stopped going off. Any attempt on your part to call for help, or any aggressive movement and you get yours. Savvy? Nowsit down in that chair.’ He indicated the one he had vacated. Yumasaki hesitated a moment then obeyed. ‘Drop that dagger on the floor at your feet and kick it towards me. Come on; get a move on!’ as the Japanese again showed hesitation. Carter was reluctantly obeyed. The knife came slithering across the carpet. He bent, still keeping his eyes on the other; picked it up with his left hand. ‘This will make a nice little curio to take home, I guess. I wanted one of these.’
Putting the dagger under his
‘Goodbye Tommy,’ she murmured softly. ‘Forgive me, please, for bringing you to – this.’
‘Oh, shucks! You’ve brought me to nothing. Yumasaki here will have his little joke.’
The Japanese turned savagely on the girl.
‘Go!’ he thundered. Without another word she went, closing the door gently behind her. Yumasaki swung back to Carter. ‘You persist in regarding this affair as a joke?’ he asked, resuming his suave manner.
‘Sure,’ was the reply. ‘And nothing you can say will make me alter my opinion. So I suggest we stop playing games; shall we? I kinda feel it’s time I hit the hay.’
Yumasaki ignored his remarks.
‘You will observe,’ he stated, ‘that this room possesses no windows, the door is very powerful. I am now going to leave you to spend a few minutes in reflection. You will be locked in and, therefore, cannot escape. Presently some men will come to speed your soul on its last journey. There will be a little discomfort, but I can promise you no pain. I will not see you again alive, so I will bid you farewell – Tommy.’
He pronounced the name with mocking intonation, and turned to leave the room.
‘Just a minute, Mr Wise Guy,’ called Carter. ‘Guess I have a word or two to say myself about this little party you’re arranging. Do you think that, if I’d reckoned I was in any real danger, I’d let you leave this room? Why, you poor Japanese mutt, I could break you in two with my hands.’
Yumasaki stepped softly back to him, a sneering smile curving his thick lips. His hands were still tucked in his sleeves.
‘I am quite well aware,’ he conceded, ‘that, as far as brute strength is concerned, you have much the advantage of me.I am, however, an exponent of the art of ju-jutsu, and could render you helpless in a few seconds. I possess another big argument in my favour.’ He drew his right hand from the sleeve in which it had been concealed and Carter saw he was grasping a long Japanese dagger. ‘I am also,’ proclaimed Yumasaki, ‘very expert in the use of this weapon. Before you could grasp me, you would be impaled. Have I convinced you I am not a fool?’
‘On the contrary, you have convinced me you are. I’ve been wondering all the time what kind of weapon you were holding inside that sleeve. That’s why I spoke of breaking you in two. I wanted you to supply me with the information. You see, I figured it out you might be holding a gun pointed at me, which would go off, if I made any aggressive movement.’
‘A revolver would make too much noise, my dear friend. Besides, I am so much more efficient with a dagger. I fail to see why you consider me a fool because I have shown you I possess this admirable weapon.’
‘Oh, I didn’t say you were a fool because of that. You are a darned fool, though, to let me know you aren’t packing a gun, because I am . Get me?’ As he spoke, he whipped out his revolver, immediately covering Yumasaki, who shrank back with a gasp of sheer consternation. ‘I see you realise yourself now,’ commented Carter, ‘that you are, or were, a fool.’ Swiftly he placed himself between the Japanese and the door. ‘Now get this, Yumasaki. I am not afraid of a revolver making too much noise. In fact, it would be all to my advantage to fire, especially now those infernal fireworks outside seem to have stopped going off. Any attempt on your part to call for help, or any aggressive movement and you get yours. Savvy? Nowsit down in that chair.’ He indicated the one he had vacated. Yumasaki hesitated a moment then obeyed. ‘Drop that dagger on the floor at your feet and kick it towards me. Come on; get a move on!’ as the Japanese again showed hesitation. Carter was reluctantly obeyed. The knife came slithering across the carpet. He bent, still keeping his eyes on the other; picked it up with his left hand. ‘This will make a nice little curio to take home, I guess. I wanted one of these.’
Putting the dagger under his
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