efore the audacity of it, while
he studied two calm eyes which peered at him through the slits of the
mask.

"And if I _don't_ release him?" he demanded at last, fiercely.

"Then I shall take him," was the reply. "It has been made impossible for
you to give an alarm," the stranger went on. "The very men on whom you
most depended have been bought, and even if they were within sound of
your voice now they wouldn't respond. One of your assistants who has
been here for years unloaded the revolver in the desk there, and less
than an hour ago cut the prison alarm wire. I, personally, cut the
police alarm outside the building. So you see!"

As yet there was no weapon in sight, save the unloaded revolver in the
warden's hand; at no time had the stranger's voice been raised. His tone
was a perfectly normal one.

"Besides yourself there are only five other men employed here who are
now awake," the masked man continued. "These are four inner guards and
the outer guard. They have all been bought--the turnkeys at five
thousand dollars each, and the outer guard at seven thousand. The
receipt of all of this money is conditional upon the release of Signor
Petrozinni, therefore it is to their interest to aid me as against you.
I am telling you all this, frankly and fully, to make you see how
futile any resistance would be."

"But who--who is this Signor Petrozinni, that such powerful influences
should be brought to bear in his behalf?" demanded the bewildered
warden.

"He is a man who can command a vast fortune--and Senor Alvarez is at the
point of death. 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 priso