The courage of his madness seemed to pass, the venom died out of his face, he shook like a man in an ague.

Prince Shan kicked the revolver on one side and looked scornfully down upon him, now a nerveless wreck.
"Immelan," he said, "it is a pity that you did not wait until to-morrow morning.

You would then have known the truth.

You are no more poisoned than I am.

If you had been in China--well, who knows?
In England there is so much prejudice against the taking of a worthless life that as a guest I subscribed to it and mixed a little orris-root tooth powder with your vermouth." The man's eyes suddenly opened.