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Now a figure appeared from the door. It was a grotesque, crouching figure that crept slowly forward, making no noise as it advanced. The clothes that it wore were dark; but the face above them bore a yellow tinge.

This sign bore the large words:

Blocks away, they saw the glow of an illuminated district. Henry Arnaud was looking toward the strangest and most fascinating district of America-San Francisco's Chinatown.

Yes, sir, responded the bell boy.

This sign bore the large words:

This was a secluded portion of the hall. Yet the crouched man seemed ready to slide back to the other room at the first sign of an approaching person.

The noise of his breathing was interrupted occasionally by a slight cough.

This was a secluded portion of the hall. Yet the crouched man seemed ready to slide back to the other room at the first sign of an approaching person.

The clasps of the bag clicked as Arnaud undid them. He coughed slightly as he removed articles of apparel from the bag. The door of the wardrobe banged dully as he pushed it shut. Then the bed creaked as Arnaud flung himself upon it.

ACROSS the hall from Arnaud's room, a door was ajar. Eyes were peering through the crack of that door-eyes that stared with a sinister purpose. They were glued upon the single exit from Arnaud's room. They were waiting and watching, making sure that the guest in 806 did not leave.

ACROSS the hall from Arnaud's room, a door was ajar. Eyes were peering through the crack of that door-eyes that stared with a sinister purpose. They were glued upon the single exit from Arnaud's room. They were waiting and watching, making sure that the guest in 806 did not leave.

Slowly, Henry Arnaud raised his hand and extinguished the light beside the bed. The room was now in total darkness. No sign existed of its human occupant.

Leave a call at the desk for me, he said. "Tell them seven thirty-and to keep on ringing until I wake up. I'm dead tired. I'll be sleeping soundly ten minutes from now, and it takes lots of noise to arouse me."

An imaginative person-had Henry Arnaud been such-might have sworn that those lights were staring back at him.

An imaginative person-had Henry Arnaud been such-might have sworn that those lights were staring back at him.

He listened outside the door of 806, his face now hidden from the light.

Leave a call at the desk for me, he said. "Tell them seven thirty-and to keep on ringing until I wake up. I'm dead tired. I'll be sleeping soundly ten minutes from now, and it takes lots of noise to arouse me."

When the bell boy arrived, Arnaud opened the door and stepped into the hall to receive the pitcher. He yawned as he tipped the servitor.

Yes, sir, responded the bell boy.

The Aldebaran was a gloomy hotel. When the bell boy had gone down in the elevator, the place was as still and as morbid as a morgue.

An imaginative person-had Henry Arnaud been such-might have sworn that those lights were staring back at him.

The clasps of the bag clicked as Arnaud undid them. He coughed slightly as he removed articles of apparel from the bag. The door of the wardrobe banged dully as he pushed it shut. Then the bed creaked as Arnaud flung himself upon it.

When the bell boy arrived, Arnaud opened the door and stepped into the hall to receive the pitcher. He yawned as he tipped the servitor.

An imaginative person-had Henry Arnaud been such-might have sworn that those lights were staring back at him.

In action, although not in guise, this creature bore the semblance of a Chinaman. His hands were close against his breast.

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