Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-12-20
Continued from Yesterday
CHAPTER Nv
Introducing Mr. NIcoI Brlnn

At about nine o'clock on the same
evening, a man stood at a large win
dow which overlooked Piccadilly
and the Green Park. The room to
which the window belonged was
justly considered one of the notable
sights of London and doubtless
would have received suitable men
ton in the blue Guide" had the
room been accessible to the general
public. 1t was, on the contrary, ac-
cessible only to the personal friends
of Mr.. Nicol Brinn.
The man at the window was in
interested in a car which, approach
ing from the direction of the Circus
had slowed down Immediately OPP
posite and now was being turned,
the chauffeur's apparent intention
being to pull up at the door below.
He had seen the face of the occu-
pant and had recognized it even
from hat elevation.
The watcher, who had been stand
ing in a drak recess formed by the
presence of heavy velvet curtains
draped before the window, now
opened the curtains and stepped into
the lighted room. He vas a tall,
lean man having straight, jet-black
hair, a sallow complexion, and the
features of a Sioux.
There came a tap at the door.
"In!" said the tall man.
The door opened silently and a
manservant appeared. He was spot
lessly neat and wore his light hair
cropped close to the skull. Crossing
to the window, he extended a small
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card.
"In!" repeated the tall man, look
ing down at the carl.
His servant silently retired, and
following a short interval raped
again upon the door, opened 1t, and
standing just inside the room an
nounced: "Mr. Paul Harley"
The door being quietly closed be-
hind him, Paul Harley stood staring
across the room at Nicol Brinn.
Harley, after that one comprehen-
sive glance. the Photographic glance
of a trained observer, stepped for
ward impulsively, hand outstretched-
"Mr. Brinn,'' he said, 1--WE have
never met before. and it was good
of you to wait in for me. I hope
my telephone message has not inter-
fered with your plans for the eve
ning?"
Nicol Brinn, without change of
pose, no line of the impassive face
altering. shot out a large, muscular
hand, seized that of Paul Harley in
a tremendous grip, and almost in
stantly put his hand behind his back
again. "Had NO plans he replied
In a high, monotonous voice; Il was
bored stiff. Take the armchair"
Paul Harley sat down, but in the
restless of one who has
urgent business in hand and who is
impatient of delay. Mr.. Brinn
| stopped to a coffee table which stood
upon the rug before the large open
fireplace. 81 am going to offer you
a cocktail" he said.
81 shall accept your offer" re-
turned Harley, smiling. THE N: Is
cocktail has a reputation which ex-
tends throughout the clubs of the
world.H
Nicol Brinn, a product of the
United States, exhibiting the swift
adroitness of that human dodo, the
New York bartender, mixed the
drinks. Paul Harley watched him
meanwhile drumming his finger:
restlessly upon the chair arm.
Here's success" he said, ito my
mission"
1t was an odd toast, but Mr.. Brinr
merely nodded and drank in silence
Paul Harley set his glass down ant
glanced about the singular apart.
ment of which he had often heard
and which no man could ever tire o
examining.
In this room the poles met. an(
the most remote civilizations of th'
world rubbed shoulders with mod
ernity.
al take it," said Mr.. Brinn, sud
denly, "that you are up against
stiff proposition"
Paul Harley, accepting a cigare
from an ebony box (once the prop
erty of Henry Wild which tn
speaker had pushed across the cot