"You say he has been here. Where is he? Where is he? You shall
tell me where he is."
Bellward was speaking in a strange, vibrating voice. Every
question appeared to be a tremendous nervous effort. Desmond, who
was keenly sensitive to matters psychic, could almost feel the
magnetic power radiating from the man. In the weird red light of
the room, he could see the veins standing out like whipcords on
the back of Bellward's hands.
"Tell me where he is? I command you!"
The girl wailed out again in agony and writhed in her bonds. Her
voice rose to a high, gurgling scream.
"There!" she cried, pointing with eyes staring, lips parted,
straight at the curtains behind which Desmond stood.
CHAPTER XXVIII. AN OFFER FROM STRANGWISE
Desmond sprang for the window; but it was too late. Strangwise
who had not missed a syllable of the interrogatory was at the
curtains in a flash. As he plucked the hangings back, Desmond
made a rush for him; but Strangwise, wary as ever, kept his head
and, drawing back, jabbed his great automatic almost in the
other's face.
And then Desmond knew the game was up.
Barbara had collapsed in her chair. Her face was of an ivory
pallor and she seemed to have fallen back into the characteristic
hypnotic trance.
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