Had he been of the sanguine manner of body, he must inevitably have suffered an apoplexy.

Only his spare frame and bloodless type, due to the drug, saved his life, at that first shock of rage and hate.
Grown calmer, presently, he took quick action.

Seating himself at a desk in the corner of his bed-chamber--a desk where some of his most important private matters had been put through--he chose a sheet of blank paper, with no monogram, and wrote: Take immediate action.

Will back you to the limit, and beyond.

Ten thousand bonus if you land him behind bars inside a week.