CHAPTER V.
A LOST CIGARETTE CASE To other woods the trail leads on, To other worlds and new, Where they who keep the secret here Will keep the promise too.
-- Henry A.Beers.
The man clenched Armitage about the body with his legs while he struck a match on a box he produced from his pocket.

The suddenness with which he had been flung into the kitchen had knocked the breath out of Armitage, and the huge thighs of his captor pinned his arms tight.

The match spurted fire and he looked into the face of the servant whom he had seen in the room above.

His round head was covered with short, wire-like hair that grew low upon his narrow forehead.

Armitage noted, too, the man's bull-like neck, small sharp eyes and bristling mustache.