Jimmie Dale straightened intently.

The step passed on down the hallway and died away.

A false alarm! Jimmie Dale smiled whimsically.

It was a strange adventure this that confronted him, quite the strangest in a way that the Tocsin had ever planned--and the night lay before him full of peril in its extraordinary complications.

To win the hand he must block Hamvert and the Weasel without allowing them an inkling that his interference was anything more than, say, the luck of a hotel sneak thief at most.