"On him," snapped Ronald, and we sprang forward simultaneously. The man snarled and fought like a tiger--but madman though he was he was no match for the four of us. Mansford had sprung to his feet the instant the fight started, and in a few seconds we heard the click of McIver's handcuffs. It was Standish who went to the door and switched on the light, so that we could see who it was. And the face of the handcuffed man, distorted and maniacal in its fury, was the face of the butler Templeton. "Pass the handcuffs r…
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