7/21 Help yourself to some more whiskey--do." "Monsieur," faltered Jokai desperately, "I--I can not." "Hunch," said Carl softly. "His Nibs won't drink." Instantly from the wired metal points of Jokai's chair a stinging electric current swept fiendishly through his body. Last night it had goaded him unspeakably. To-night, with every tortured nerve leaping, it was unbearable. Shaking, he poured again and drank--great drops of sweat starting out upon his forehead. |