Back in the vault on the silent hours of the night, there came a rush of hits and bangs on the door to the vault. The bangs were loud enough as though a battalion was trying to force its way into the vault. The vault, however, was dead quiet at this moment and seemed to be devoid of life. Then, suddenly, the door swung open and poured in a gang of hefty bodyguards. There were six of them, adequately armed with ammunition. The bodyguards thrust themselves into the vault as though to attack a prey. They kept a hard facial expression. Each of them. Without wasting a moment, they scurried around the vault-- which was dimly lit at this time--and set about rummaging through the chambers until they kicked open the door to one of the chambers. They found Richard sprawling with his back down on a
