The secret adversary


Tommy stopped Conrad's rush with a straight blow with his fist. It caught the other on the point of the jaw and
he fell like a log. The second man tripped over his body and fell. From higher up the staircase there was a
flash, and a bullet grazed Tommy's ear. He realized that it would be good for his health to get out of this house
as soon as possible. As regards Annette he could do nothing. He had got even with Conrad, which was one
satisfaction. The blow had been a good one.
He leapt for the door, slamming it behind him. The square was deserted. In front of the house was a baker's
van. Evidently he was to have been taken out of London in that, and his body found many miles from the
house in Soho. The driver jumped to the pavement and tried to bar Tommy's way. Again Tommy's fist shot
out, and the driver sprawled on the pavement.
Tommy took to his heels and ran — none too soon. The front door opened and a hail of bullets followed him.
Fortunately none of them hit him. He turned the corner of the square.
"There's one thing," he thought to himself, "they can't go on shooting. They'll have the police after them if
they do. I wonder they dared to there."