McTaggart chuckled as he crumpled the paper in his hand and prepared to put out the light.
Under his close-cropped beard his reddish face blazed with the fire that was in his blood.

It was an unpleasant face--like iron, merciless, filled with the look that gave him his name of Napao Wetikoo.

His eyes gleamed, and he drew a quick breath as he put out the light.
He chuckled again as he made his way through the darkness to the door.
Nepeese as good as belonged to him.

He, would have her if it cost--PIERROT'S LIFE.

And--WHY NOT?
It was all so easy.