And then Slade savagely brought a big hand over her mouth and held it there.

She fought to escape the clutch, kicking, squirming--trying to bite the hand.

But to no avail.

The terrible pressure on her mouth was suffocating her, and the room went dark as she continued to fight.

She thought Slade had extinguished the light, and she was conscious of a dull curiosity over how he had done it.