He hesitated briefly; then he smiled with what seemed an amused irony. "My name is Tako. Robert Tako. I am living at the Hamiltonia Hotel. Does that satisfy you?" I could think of nothing to say. Nor could Don. The fellow added, "Bermuda is like a little ship. I understand your inquisitiveness--one must know everyone else. And who are you?" Don told him. "Ah, yes," he smiled. "And so you are a native Bermudian?" "Yes." "And you," he said to me, "you are American?" "From New York, yes." "That is more interesting. Never have I known an American. You are familiar with New York City?" "Of course. I was born there." His contemplative gaze made me shiver. I wondered what Don was planning as an outcome to this. The fellow seemed wholly at ease now. He was lounging against the drug store window with us before him. My eyes were level with the negligee collar of his blue linen shirt, and abruptly I was galvanized into alertness. Just above the soft collar where his movements had crushed it down I saw unmistakably the loop of a tiny black thread of wire projecting upward! Conclusive proof! This was one of the mysterious enemies! One of the apparitions which had thrown all Bermuda into a turmoil stood materialized here before us. I think that Don had already seen the wire. The fellow was saying nonchalantly, "And you, Mr. Livingston--are you also familiar with New York City?" "Yes," said Don. He had gone pale and tight-lipped. I caught his warning glance to me. "Yes," he repeated. "I lived there several years." "I would like to know you two better. Much better--but not tonight." He moved as though to take his leave of us. Then he added to Don, "That most beautiful young lady with you in the restaurant--did I not see you there? Is that your sister?" Don made his decision. He said abruptly, "That's none of your business." It took the fellow wholly by surprise. "But listen--" "I've had enough of your insolence," Don shouted. The man's hand made an instinctive movement toward his belt, but I seized his wrist. And I added my loud voice to Don's. "No, you don't!" * * * * * A group of onlookers was at once collecting around us. The giant tried to cast me off, but I clung to him with all my strength. And suddenly we were struggling to keep the fellow from breaking away from us. He muttered a strange-sounding oath. "Let me go! You fools!" "Not such fools," Don shouted. "Officer! I say--officer!" Don's revolver was in his hand; people were pressing around us, but when they saw the revolver they began scattering. The giant made a lunge and broke away from us, heedless that Don might have shot him. "What's all this? I say, you three, what are you up to?" The policeman came on a run. A group of soldiers passing on bicycles, flung the machines aside and came dashing at us. The giant stood suddenly docile. "Officer, these young men attacked me."