"Von minute, an' I turn on the light." West never understood why he responded so recklessly to this invitation, and advanced without hesitation.

He had no suspicion of any trick, no conception of being in any danger.

He stepped in directly behind the leader, and Sexton followed.

An instant later, the door closed, with the sharp click of a night latch, and Mike flashed on the light.

As he did so, he wheeled about, and shot one mighty clinched fist straight into West's face.