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Cuypers tapped his Smith-Wesson significantly. "Understand, friend Demetri," he announced decisively, "no tricks! The first hint that you are playing us false-and -- " He fingered the revolver with a wealth of meaning. The Greek made no reply. Evidently he did understand. Cuypers went on. "I shall be here at your side all the time. Never more than a few inches away from you. Your assistant, do you see? I shall have a pen and ink and write-when your visitor comes-understand? I shall also have _this_. " More business with the revolver. "My three friends here will take up their position behind that door which will be left ajar. " He pointed to the door of the shop-parlour that communicated with the passage leading to the back of the house. "Lal Singh, when he arrives, will walk into a trap. For your place will be covered from the outside as well, my good Stefanopoulos. A famous English detective is here as well as my three friends-no less a person than Chief-Inspector Bannister of New Scotland Yard. I expect you have heard of him-I've no doubt he has of you. He will work from the outside in case of an attempted get-away on the part of your visitor-do you understand, little rabbit?"
The old "fence" nodded sullenly-he wasted no words.