So sudden and so fierce was the movement that Haw had no time for defence.

A bony hand gripped him by the throat, and the blade of a razor flashed in the air.

Fortunately, as it fell, the weapon struck against one of the many wires which spanned the room, and flying out of the old man's grasp, tinkled upon the stone floor.

But, though disarmed, he was still dangerous.

With a horrible silent energy he pushed Haw back and back until, coming to a bench, they both fell over it, McIntyre remaining uppermost.