Would you like to know what I am telling her?"
The man shivered. His eyes, as though fascinated, watched the little
instrument.
"I am saying this, Craig," Quest continued. "Craig is here and in my
power. He is sitting within a few feet of me and will not leave this room
alive until he has told me your whereabouts. Keep up your courage, Lenora.
You shall be free in an hour."
The trapped man looked away from the instrument into Quest's face. There
was a momentary flicker of something that might have passed for courage in
his tone.
"Mr. Quest," he said, "you are a wonderful man, but there are limits to
your power. You can tear my tongue from my mouth but you cannot force me
to speak a word."
Quest leaned a little further forward in his chair, his gaze became more
concentrated.
"That is where you are wrong, Craig. That is where you make a mistake. In
a very few minutes you will be telling me all the secrets of your heart."
Craig shivered, drew back a little in his chair, tried to rise and fell
back again helpless.
"My God!" he cried. "Leave me alone!"
"When you have told me the truth," Quest answered, swiftly, "and you will
tell me all I want to know in a few moments.... Your eyelids are getting a
little heavy, Craig. Don't resist. Something which is like sleep is coming
over you. You see my will has yours by the throat."
Craig seemed suddenly to collapse altogether. He fell over on one side.
Every atom of colour had faded from his cheeks.
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