Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"Oh, you are shocked," she laughed gaily, "what a fool you are. I
could tell you much concerning many murders and disappearances which
the police knew nothing about. For some years I have ruled like a
despot, and--and--well," she yawned, "it's all over. Oh, what a pity."
"I think not. People will sleep quieter when they know Queen Beelzebub
and her demons are harmless."
"Harmless," she echoed the word with a laugh, and touched a silver
bell that stood at her elbow, "we shall all be harmless enough
to-morrow, if indeed you speak truly, and your friend Laurance is coming
up here with the police."
"He is, I assure you," said Dan, wondering why she rang the bell, "but
who are the members of your gang?"
"You'll see them to-morrow, when you afford sport for them," said
Queen Beelzebub in a weary way, and looking fagged out, "meanwhile, I
must have you safely locked up," and as she spoke, two big men entered
the room.
"Hang you, I shan't," began Dan, and sprang to his feet. But the two
men had their hands on him, and shortly he was trussed up like a
Christmas turkey.
"You are less clever than I thought," said Queen Beelzebub, sneering,
"or you would not fight against impossibilities. Good night! Take him
away."
And as they were commanded, the two big men took him away in silence.
CHAPTER XX
QUEEN BEELZEBUB'S END
Unable to resist superior force, Dan ceased to struggle, thinking it
was best to play a waiting game, until chance afforded him the
opportunity of escape. Hitherto his good fortune had saved him from
grave perils, and he trusted that finally it would prove strong enough
to extricate him from this last difficulty. He was taken down a short
flight of damp steps and thrust into what he took to be a disused
coal-cellar. Here the two big men released him from his bonds and
retired, locking the door behind them. Once or twice he asked
questions, but, receiving no reply, he asked no more. They left a
lantern for his use, and the light, although only that of a candle,
was very acceptable in the cimmerian darkness of this underground
dungeon. When left alone, the prisoner stretched himself, swung his
arms and stamped with his feet to get warm, after which he made an
examination of his surroundings.
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