THE GHOST OF AN OLD REGIME It was a quick, silent struggle.

The intruder wore no shoes.

It would be a test of endurance.

Fitzgerald recalled some tricks he had learned in Japan; but even as he stretched out his arm to perform one, the arm was caught by the wrist, while a second hand passed under his elbow.
"Don't!" he gasped lowly.

"I'll give in." His arm would have snapped if he hadn't spoken.
A muttered oath in German.