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Grenadus staggered. He was taken aback by the suddenness of the onslaught, but he made no protest, and Dugdale saw from the gleam in his eyes that he was only just in time. He knew that Grenadus had a revolver in his pocket. He was astonished to find how strong his antagonist was.
But, barring accidents, there could only be one issue to the struggle. Dugdale was all wire and whipcord himself, he was half as big again as Grenadus and, besides, he was a perfect master of the art of wrestling. Seeing that his project was futile, Grenadus recoiled and made a grab with his left hand at one of the electric globes. Dugdale perceived what was passing through his antagonist's mind. He meant to smash the globe and plunge the room in darkness, trusting to good fortune later to effect his escape. Dugdale dragged him backwards into the middle of the room and gradually bore him to the ground.