CHAPTER V.
ALONE WITH THE INSANE Beneath the shade of uplifted arms Murphy's eyes remained unclosed.
Whatever terrors may have dominated that diseased brain, the one purpose of revenge and escape never deserted it.

With patient cunning he could plan and wait, scheme and execute.

He was all animal now, dreaming only of how to tear and kill.
And he waited long in order to be perfectly sure, unrolling inch by inch, and like a venomous snake, never venturing to withdraw his baleful eyes from his unconscious victim.

He was many minutes thoroughly satisfying himself that Hampton actually slept.

His every movement was slow, crafty, cowardly, the savage in his perverted nature becoming more and more manifest.