They make me grow quite weak.

Chills and fever--in short, temporary delirium." "Oh, well, Sergeant," replied the Superintendent, "if it's as bad as that--" "You don't know her, sir.

Those eyes! They can burn in blue flame or melt in--" "Oh, yes, yes, I've no doubt." The Superintendent's voice had a touch of pity, if not contempt.

"We won't expose you, Sergeant.

But all the same we'll make a try for Cameron." His voice grew stern.