The Egyptian Cat Mystery

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Excerpt: ...attachment to this object. I merely want it. Now, my time is short. I was fortunate to find the porter gone, but he will doubtless return. The cat, my young friend, and quickly!" Scotty moved from the bathroom on silent, bare feet, and even as his pal moved, Rick saw the object in his hand. It was a nail file. Scotty stepped close and his hand moved. The stranger stiffened. "That's a knife in your back, " Scotty said. "Drop the gun." The revolver muzzle never faltered. "An interesting stalemate, " the man said calmly. "You can thrust, but no matter how fast you are, I can shoot. So, if I die, so does your friend. Now, since you created this situation, how are you going to get out of it? Or did I create it, through my careless eagerness? I was so pleased to find the hall empty that I forgot there were two of you." "No matter, " Scotty informed him. "We can stand like this until help comes." "Then you expect someone. Make no mistake, I will not be taken. If necessary, I will end the stalemate with a shot and take my chances with the knife. It is even possible I will get both of you." Rick was watching the man's face closely. He was not bluffing. There was no sign of sweat or nervousness. He knew the situation exactly, and was prepared to deal with it. The boy reached a decision. "Drop it, Scotty, " he commanded. "Pull back and come around so he can see you. I'm going to give him the cat." "Don't!" Scotty exclaimed. "Don't, Rick!" "I'm going to give him the cat, " Rick repeated. "It isn't worth bloodshed. Now co-operate, will you?" Scotty drew back and walked around so the stranger could see him. With a gesture of disgust he threw the nail file on one of the twin beds. The stranger smiled his appreciation. "A very good try. It would have worked, no doubt, on a less experienced man. Now, Mr. Brant, where is the cat?" "In my pocket, in the wardrobe." The gun muzzle waved Scotty to the window at the far end of the room. "Out of reach, if you please. I will...