Clang once more went the blacksmith's hammers, and then chaos!...
The end of the nightmare was not altogether according to Inspector Jacks' expectations.

He found himself in a small back room, stretched upon a sofa before the open French-windows, through which came a pleasant vision of waving green trees and a pleasanter stream of fresh air.

His first instinct was to sniff, and a sense of relief crept through him when he realized that this room, at any rate, was free from abnormal odors.

He sat up on the couch.

A pale-faced Japanese servant stood by his side with a glass in his hand.