CHAPTER XXVIII

Rescued "There's someone coming, sir!" whispered Chalmers, raising his revolver. "Stand by, sir!" Both men waited in eager silence as the sound of bolts being withdrawn was borne to their ears. A voice hailed in Russian. Fordyce lowered his pistol. "It's all right, Chalmers," he said quietly, as Captain-Lieutenant Orloff entered the cellar. "We have made a clean sweep of this little nest, Monsieur Fordyce!" declared the Russian. "Klostivitch will not trouble you or anyone else in the future, as far as this world…