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"All right.

Have your way." He sat down at the table and scribbled a check, which he tore from the book, but he refrained from handing it to his companion.

"After all, since we are to be on such terms, Mr. Altamont," said he, "I don't see why I should trust you any more than you trust me.

Do you understand?" he added, looking back over his shoulder at the American.

"There's the check upon the table.

I claim the right to examine that parcel before you pick the money up."

The American passed it over without a word.

Von Bork undid a winding of string and two wrappers of paper.

Then he sat gazing for a moment in silent amazement at a small blue book which lay before him.

Across the cover was printed in golden letters Practical Handbook of Bee Culture.

Only for one instant did the master spy glare at this strangely irrelevant inscription.

The next he was gripped at the back of his neck by a grasp of iron, and a chloroformed sponge was held in front of his writhing face.

"Another glass, Watson!" said Mr. Sherlock Holmes as he extended the bottle of Imperial Tokay.

The thickset chauffeur, who had seated himself by the table pushed forward his glass with some eagerness.

"It is a good wine, Holmes."

"A remarkable wine, Watson. Our friend upon the sofa has assured me that it is from Franz Josef's special cellar at the Schoenbrunn Palace. Might I trouble you to open the window for chloroform vapour does not help the palate."

The safe was ajar, and Holmes standing in front of it was removing dossier after dossier, swiftly examining each, and then packing it neatly in Von Bork's valise.

The German lay upon the sofa sleeping stertorously with a strap round his upper arms and another round his legs.

"We need not hurry ourselves, Watson.

We are safe from interruption.

Would you mind touching the bell? There is no one in the house except old Martha, who has played her part to admiration.

I got her the situation here when first I took the matter up.

Ah, Martha, you will be glad to hear that all is well."

The pleasant old lady had appeared in the doorway. She curtseyed with a smile to Mr. Holmes, but glanced with some apprehension at the figure upon the sofa.

"It is all right, Martha. He has not been hurt at all."

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