CHAPTER X

IN WHICH DESMOND OKEWOOD FINDS CLUBFOOT IN STRANGE COMPANY “You’ve got this spy, Okewood, under lock and key, Herr Doktor?” The room was sparely lighted by a single reading-lamp with a green shade, and its sickly rays seemed to heighten the pallor of the speaker’s face. He was a round-shouldered man whose high cheek-bones and slanting eyes betrayed his Mongol blood even as his snuffling German jargon revealed his race. He had a rabbit mouth, the upper lip drawn up over long yellow teeth, and the weakness of his chi…