With a strangled sob, Jokai of Vienna pitched forward upon the board unconscious.
Carl swept the metal men away with a shrug.
"Poor devil!" he said pityingly.

"All this hell sooner than answer a question or two.

By to-morrow night, with another dose of the same medicine, he'll feel differently.

Likely I'll run up to Connecticut to-night, Hunch, to see my aunt.

I'll be back by noon to-morrow.