Chapter 56

He turned snarling on the Russian, but it was one of the men behind Drummond's chair who answered. "He's dead. This guy threw him on the live wires." "Is that little Franz?" murmured Hugh Drummond, lighting a cigarette. "Yes--I regret to state that he and I had words, and my impression is that he has passed away. Do you mind standing a little further away?" he continued, addressing the men behind him. "You're tickling the back of my neck, and it makes me go all goosey." "Do you mean to say," said the Russian in …