"Why, damn you, I thought you were an anarchist and wanted to do away with kings and governments," sputtered the little man. Solinski burst into a gale of fiendish laughter. "An anarchist is merely a capitalist without money or power," he quoted. "What do you want of us?" demanded Manthis, playing for time. "Very simple. This: I intend soon to begin awakening those who will serve me, first in New York and then throughout the world. When I have a skeleton government built up, I will withdraw the wave and allow the people to revive. Clever, isn't it? Especially for such a madman as you think me." He snapped his fingers and leered cunningly at them. The doctor choked but Jack's hand on his arm steadied him. "You have a very beautiful daughter," resumed their diabolical visitant. "Leave my daughter's name out of this," cried Manthis, recoiling. "Not at all. Her charm and ability have greatly impressed me--so impressed me that I have decided to make her my queen." "You scum of the gutter. You filthy beast. I'd die before I'd be a party to such a thing!" The doctor was beside himself. "I consider myself justified," replied the other, taking great delight in baiting his foe. "The world was never able to govern itself. We anarchists have bided our time, although overshadowed by communists, Fascists and such ridiculous experimenters. Now comes our turn. I shall be the viceroy of God. Under my rule and that of Queen June the world shall become a second heaven." He rolled his eyes upward at those words. As he did so, Jack, who had been awaiting just such an opportunity, struck him on the jaw. * * * * * The blow would have felled an ox but Solinski merely staggered back a step and snarled. Before Baron could renew the attack he jerked an automatic from beneath his coat and leaped to the hall door. "You I shall kill," he grinned evilly. "But not now. First you must taste the horror of sinking into the long sleep. You have no more drug, nor can you obtain any. Those pitiful storage batteries will be exhausted by the time you have aroused the child. So you must sleep unless you have the courage to kill yourself. Doctor, I deeply regret that this has occurred, but you see that I must let you and June sleep too. When I have need of you I will recall you. That is all. Farewell. May God pity you, Baron. I will not." He sprang through the door and, the tails of his black coat flapping like the wings of a gigantic bat, vanished down the stairs. Manthis slammed the door and locked it, then leaned weakly against the panels and wiped his round face. His hands shook pitifully. "This then is the end," he whispered hoarsely. "Is there none of the drug left?" Jack shook him out of his lethargy. "Enough for a half portion for all of us," sighed the doctor. "But what use of that? Better we poisoned ourselves now and escaped that demon."