That, I think, makes it clear. Now, if you'll sit down,
please!"
"Sit down?" bellowed the warden.
Suddenly he was seized by a violent, maddening rage. He took one step
forward and raised the empty revolver to strike. The masked man moved
slightly to one side and his clenched fist caught the warden on the
point of the chin. The official went down without a sound and lay still,
inert. A moment later the door leading into the corridor of the prison
opened, and Signor Petrozinni, accompanied by one of the guards, entered
the warden's office. The masked man glanced around at them, and with a
motion of his head indicated the door leading to the street. They
passed through, closing the door behind them.
For a little time the intruder stood staring down at the still body,
then he went to the telephone and called police headquarters.
"There has been a jail delivery at the prison," he said in answer to the
"hello" of the desk-sergeant at the other end of the wire. "Better send
some of your men up to investigate."
"Who is that?" came the answering question.
The stranger replaced the receiver on the hook, stripped off his black
mask, dropped it on the floor beside the motionless warden, and went
out.
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